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monsterfuker3000 · 8 months

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Call Me ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡☏♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Jesus God, this took an embarrassingly long time. Not sure it’s my best work, most of this was written while I was stoned out of my mind, and when that happens I think with my pussy and not my brain, but I can guarantee this shit filthy. It’s not edited because I’m high again.

Warnings: NSFW, DUBCON, Ghostface!Dazai, fem!reader, p in v, intercourse, unprotected sex, (don’t do that,) creampie (don’t do that either,) uhh sub!reader, dom!dazai, there’s uhhh there’s knives, blood, brief mention of a cut, fake kidnapping, drugging(?) established relationship and use of traffic light system but when I say dubcon I mean dubcon. Look me in my eyeballs. Dubcon. Uhhh restraints? Idk it’s just a little bit depraved so don’t read it if you don’t want depraved. There’s aftercare though bc I’m allergic to not ending my fics on a soft note. Characterization in this is questionable at best. I love you mwah.

To @texas-bitch-yee @genshinsbiggestsimp @cupidszvlvr @dxzxii @vqmpwclf sorry this took so long 👉🏻👈🏻

WC: 4k words of Osamu Dazai lecherously taking you and you being lecherously taken ❤️

Leaves crunched under your feet as you ran, the cool fall air burning in your lungs. The ankle you’d twisted a few minutes previous was screaming at you, but only one thing was going through your mind.

Do.

Not.

Stop.

You knew he wasn’t far behind you, he never had been. Deep down, through all your attempts to lose the man you knew was trailing you, you knew damn well he was never more than a few minutes away. If you stopped now, he’d catch you for sure, and he had every intention of using that knife you’d seen glinting in his hand when he dumped you on the ground in this forest in the middle of nowhere and told you to run for your life.

You stumbled down a small hill, nearly losing your footing but staying upright by some miracle. You paused for just a moment to steady yourself, your heart rate spiking when you heard a branch snap in the distance. Whether it was the man you’d received a phone call from earlier in the night or some woodland creature, you weren’t sticking around to find out, and you took off again.

You’d been at home just an hour previous, curled up on the sofa of your living room as you waited for Dazai to come home. Your phone rang next to you; expecting your boyfriend, you answered without checking the caller ID, not seeing that it read ‘UNKNOWN CALLER’ at the top of the screen.

“Hello?” You chirped, expecting the gentle voice of your boyfriend Osamu on the other end.

“Do you want to play a game?” came the reply, the voice gravelly and unfamiliar. You frowned and checked the caller ID, just now seeing it wasn’t anyone in your contacts. Your blood ran cold for just a moment before you realized exactly what was going on, and you laughed.

“Osamu,” you giggled, “that’s the wrong movie, silly!” The person on the end seemed to falter for just a moment before gathering themselves and resuming conversation.

“Well, if you know so much about movies, belladonna, then tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Scream,” you replied simply. “And, Osamu, you’re giving yourself away calling me belladonna like that,” you laughed. He grumbled something inaudible on the other end before you hung up, knowing this was all part of the game.

This had all been in the works for a couple of weeks now, beginning the night you’d popped the original Scream into the DVD player on a movie night with Osamu. He’d had his arm around you, so it wasn’t difficult for him to feel the way you tensed up a bit when the killer came on screen, nor was it hard for him to see the way your cheeks would turn pink when you heard his voice. An idea began forming in Dazai’s head, something dangerous that he knew both of you would like. He leaned in towards you, lips nearly brushing your ear as he whispered softly.

“My, my, belladonna, you seem to like what you see, hm?” he teased. Your cheeks reddened even more as you shrank in on yourself, declining to answer the question. “Well,” he continued, “what if I did something like that to you?”

You froze, then turned around to look at him, your eyes wide and unbelieving.

“Really?” you cautioned. He nodded, that signature smirk on his face telling you he was thinking devious thoughts.

“Really, sweet girl. Take you out to the woods where we can be all alone, let you go and hunt you down.” You shivered at his words, panties slicking up just at the thought. The two of you paused the movie and discussed in detail what expectations and boundaries you would have for each other, which is how you knew exactly what was happening when you received that call.

After you hung up the phone, it only took about five seconds for the phone to start ringing again, UNKNOWN CALLER scrolling across the screen a second time. You answered with a smile on your face, ready to mouth off again, but the voice on the other end beat you to it.

“You hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish!”

You froze once again, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You knew this was a line ripped directly from the movie, but the way it was said sent shivers down your spine. The voice on the other end was rough, sharp, nothing like the Osamu you knew. For the first time tonight, you felt a stab of cold, genuine fear. The voice continued.

“Now, belladonna, I’m somewhere in your house. Do you want to guess where?” he urged. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to gauge whether Dazai could hide behind anything in front of you. But you’d hear him, right? That meant he had to be somewhere else in the house, somewhere he could call you from and you wouldn’t hear him.

“Tick-tock, sweet girl,” the voice on the phone purred. “I’ll give you just one guess. If you get it right, I’ll let you go. If you get it wrong, however,” he laughed darkly, “well, belladonna, you should start running.”

Your heart rate quickened, your palms slicking with sweat. Where the hell could he be?

“You have until the count of three, sweet girl.”

The kitchen? No, too open.

“One.”

The bathroom? No, you’d just been in there a few minutes previous and it was empty.

“Two.”

The dining room? No, you’d hear him from there. Ah! You knew where he must be.

“Three.”

“The bedroom!” you cried, just as the final number left his mouth. Then, silence.

“Tsk-tsk, oh, belladonna,” he sighed. “I thought you’d be better at this. How disappointing.”

Your hands shook, your blood like ice in your veins. You knew you had to run, but where? You guessed wrong, you had no clue where he was. You were going to have to take your chances.

You dropped your phone and started running toward the front door, immediately regretting not holding on to it, but knowing that it wouldn’t help you anyway. Focused more on getting out than staying undetected, you ran clumsily out of the living room into the hallway leading to your front door, your socked feet slipping on the hardwood. The front door was only twenty feet away. Fifteen. Ten. Five. You reached the doorknob, fighting with your other hand to unlock the deadbolt. Then, out of the corner of your eye, a flash of black and white, a rag thrown over your nose and mouth, wet with a faintly sweet smelling substance, and then darkness.

You awoke on the ground in a dark, unfamiliar clearing surrounded by thick forest, your hands taped behind your back. The only light afforded to you was from the full moon and the headlights of the dark SUV you assume you arrived in.

A man stood in front of you, slender and tall, dressed all in black and holding a large hunting knife at his side that glinted in the moonlight. His face was concealed by the traditional Ghostface Halloween mask. How original. How perfect.

You noticed that he’d been kind enough to change you out of your pajamas and into thick pants and heavy boots. A genuinely kind gesture, one that reminded you that you could truly trust the man in front of you. You held on to this feeling, knowing this would be the only mercy afforded to you tonight.

The man knelt in front of you, lifting the corner of his mask to reveal that he was, in fact, the one and only Dazai Osamu. His expression was soft, almost concerned.

“Hey, give me a color, angel,” he urged.

You took a deep breath. “Green,” you answered. Dazai’s mouth curled into a smile, one that once again sent shivers down your spine, and he winked at you. He readjusted the mask, completely covering his face again, and stood.

“Little bunny,” he purred. “Whatever are you doing in the woods all alone, hm? He knelt once again as he lifted his knife to press the blade to your face, softly enough that it didn’t break skin, but hard enough so that you could feel just how sharp it really was.

“Do you know what happens to little bunnies all alone in the woods, sweet girl?” You shook your head, not trusting your voice. “Sometimes they encounter wolves.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, it twisted your stomach but shot straight to your core all the same. He used his other hand to pop the button and lower the zipper on your pants, sliding his hand into your panties to press two fingers to your pussy, gathering the slick there. He sighed deeply, shuddering at the feeling of just how wet this was all making you.

“Oh, little bunny, you look so scared but you feel so wet,” he moaned, withdrawing his fingers to slide them into your own mouth. You took the hint and began to lick them clean, moaning at the taste of your own slick. He was kind enough to button your pants back up before flipping you over onto your stomach, caging you in with his arms. He cut through the tape binding your hands, just barely nicking your arm in the process making you gasp. He bent down to whisper in your ear again.

“It’s time to run, little bunny.”

He lifted himself off of you enough for you to scramble out from under him onto your feet, elbowing him in the process. He held his side, hissing in pain. “That hurt, bunny. I’m going to give you a thirty second head start. You better run for your life,” he growled. You weren’t sticking around to find out how serious he was, so you turned tail and ran into the darkness.

Which is what landed you here, stumbling through the forest on a twisted ankle, covered in scrapes and cuts from running through branches you didn’t see until it was much too late.

You stumbled into another clearing, your heart racing. You let yourself feel a bit of relief before you noticed the SUV in the clearing with you. The same SUV you arrived in, and the same clearing you’ve been running from. Dazai had herded you in a circle.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, knowing he couldn’t be far behind you. You scanned the tree line all around you, finally spotting the glint of metal to your right. You gasped, finding yourself unable to scream, and whipped around in the other direction, trying to get away as fast as you could, but the heavy footfalls behind you came closer all the same.

Two arms shot out from behind you, one on each side to wrap around your body. He broke your fall a bit, but wrestled you to the ground all the same, pinning you flat on your back with his arms once again caging you in and a strong thigh pressing between your own.

You finally found your voice, screaming in fear as you tried to worm your way out from under him. You worked an arm free and swung it at him in an attempt to get him off of you, but you only succeeded in knocking off his mask. The face underneath was almost as scary as the mask itself, Dazai’s eyes sharp and his cruel smile much too wide.

He pulled a short length of rope from his pocket, recapturing your arm and tying your wrists together in front of you. You opened your mouth to scream once again but he clapped a large, gloved hand over your mouth before you could even make a sound.

“Little bunny,” he taunted. “Looks like I caught you, hm?” He brought his other hand to his belt where he’d tucked his knife, pulling it free and raising it to your face. He pressed it to your cheek, making a shallow cut there, barely enough to break the skin, sighing at the tiny trickle of blood gathering there before removing the knife as you whimpered beneath his hand.

“I’ll do that again if you don’t keep quiet, bunny,” he warned. “I’m gonna take my hand off of your mouth. Are you going to scream, or can you keep quiet?” He took your fervent nodding to mean that you agreed to keep quiet, and he removed his hand.

Instead of saying anything, you immediately spat in his face, causing him to rear back on his knees for just a moment to wipe it away.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves, bunny,” he said, flicking the wetness away from his hand. “I think it’s time you learn a lesson.”

He moved again, quick as lightning, to use his knife to cut a sizable slit out of your pants, waistband to crotch, before ripping them in half the rest of the way to hang loosely below your knees. He ripped your panties off of your body in one clean motion, and you flinched when the cool night air met your soaked pussy.

You thought he might cut you again, whining in confusion when he flipped the knife into the air, catching it by the blade. That confusion ended quickly when you felt him press the blunt handle to your pussy. You struggled uselessly against your bindings, but between the rope around your hands and the man never letting go of one of your legs, you weren’t getting away.

“Ah-ah, bunny,” Dazai teased. “Spitting on me wasn’t very nice, you know. I think you know that you deserve to be punished.” His voice was low in his throat, jarring compared to the usual gentle whispers he afforded you when he fucked you.

You shook your head, hard enough to make yourself dizzy. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise I’ll behave- fuck!” Your pleading was cut off when Dazai pushed the knife handle into you in one clean thrust.

You cried out at the intrusion, fighting it instinctively even though it hurt in such a delicious way. Tears collected on your lashes as you tried to keep from showing him you actually liked this, but unfortunately Dazai knew your every tiny expression like the back of his hand.

“Oh, belladonna, you like it when I fuck you with my knife, don’t you?” He purred. You shook your head again with a whine, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “Yes, I think you do, pretty. Come on, tell me you like the filthy things I’m doing to you. Tell me you love it.”

You cried out again, tears finally spilling from your eyes as you admitted, “love it, love it, love it,” chanting it like a mantra with every thrust of the handle.

He bent down towards you again to whisper against your ear. “I know, belladonna, I can hear how much you love it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. Whether he meant your cries or the filthy, wet sounds he was drawing from your pussy, you didn’t know.

His words pushed you over the edge of a cliff you weren’t even fully aware you were standing on as you came on the handle, slicking it up along with your thighs and Dazai’s hand.

“Oh, what a good little bunny,” he praised, an edge of malice in his words. “Such a good girl, cumming on my knife like the dirty little thing you are,” he continued, pulling the handle out of you and admiring the way it now glistened with your slick in the moonlight. He stabbed it into the ground next to your head, confident he’d made you pliable enough to not struggle as he flipped you over onto your stomach, prone with your legs together between his own. You tried to push yourself up on your forearms, but a large hand square in the middle of your back kept you from even getting your hands under you with any efficiency.

“What are you-“ your question was cut off when he slid that same hand up to the back of your head, quick as anything to press your face into the mossy forest floor, muffling any protests.

“Shh, no talking, bunny,” he soothed. You whined, the sound still muffled by moss. He laughed, the motion driving his hips lightly into your ass where you felt his cock straining against his pants, and you were so tightly wound that such a small action made your hips buck just a fraction of an inch.

Dazai noticed your reaction, of course, driving his clothed hips into yours much harder this time, taking his hand off the back of your head and allowing you to cry out.

“Fuck, please!” you cried, not sure what you were even begging for, pushing your upper body up onto your still bound forearms, high enough to twist your head around and allow Dazai to see the tears still rolling down your face. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight, and he rolled his hips into yours again.

You whined again and his patience began to wear thin; you heard the clank of a belt and the rustling of fabric behind you and you jumped, squirming uselessly beneath him until you felt the head of his cock brushing against your ass and you froze again.

“Wait, wait!” you cried, hands scrabbling on the ground beneath you. He chuckled deep in his throat and used his legs to push yours even closer together, tipping your hips up to line his cock up to your entrance. He pushed it between your thighs, gathering the slick dripping down your legs before pushing it into your waiting pussy with a sigh, ignoring your pleas all the while.

He worked himself in, inch by torturous inch, the gentle way he reached up to pet your hair contrasting with the harsh way he drove his hips into you as you cried.

Halfway in, your eyes flew open, the stretch becoming too much.

“Wait! Not gonna fit, ‘s too big!” you slurred, fighting a bit harder to get away, still to no avail. “Too tight like this,” you whined. Dazai tangled his fingers into your hair, yanking you back so he could speak directly into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck.

“Little bunny, you think it isn’t going to fit? You always take my cock so well, and now that this pretty little pussy is drooling down your legs, you think I can’t fit it in? You’ve never been this wet before, belladonna,” he murmured. “I’ll fucking make it fit.”

He snapped his hips into yours doubly hard now, sheathing himself completely with just a handful more thrusts that pulled a genuine wail from your throat, your mind screaming at you that the cock drilling into you was tearing you in half.

His pace was breakneck, his hips colliding with yours so hard they were driving you inch by inch across the forest floor, matting your tangled hair with leaves. You shifted your hips a bit, keeping him from hitting quite so deep. He didn’t take kindly to this, letting out a growl and letting go of your hair to reach out and yank the knife out of the ground next to you, holding it up to your neck and nicking the skin there, whether by accident or on purpose you weren’t sure. You whined as you felt a thin trickle of blood run down your throat.

“Keep those fucking hips where I put them,” Dazai growled. You whined at him to please, fuck, just slow down! and he finally relented, dropping the knife and switching instead to rolling his hips against yours, driving the tip of his cock directly into your g-spot and pressing his balls to your clit with each thrust.

The sharp pain slowly began to give way to pleasure as your cries gave way to moans, each sensation so overwhelming it caused your legs to shake. Dazai took hold of your hair once again, this time much gentler, the action causing a stir in your belly and already bringing you close to cumming.

“Fuck yes, little bunny. You like this, don’t you?” he teased. “You like it when I fuck you nasty,” he continued, punctuating his sentence with a particularly slow roll of his hips that drew a high-pitched cry from you, tears still rolling down your face. “You gonna cum, sweet girl?” he urged. “You gonna cum from me taking you from behind, on the ground like a fucking animal?” he urged.

Your eyes rolled back, your breath catching in your throat as your hips stuttered beneath him; Dazai knew you were close, you just needed one more little push.

“You want me to fill you up, bunny? Fuck yeah, I felt you squeeze me just now, of course you do. ‘M gonna fill that soaked little cunt up so full of my cum, leave it to leak out of you since you’re such a filthy girl.”

His final sentence and a well-timed thrust pushed you over the edge and you came hard, whole body shaking as you gushed around him. You soaked his legs as well as your own, the rest of your cum pattering on the leaves below you as you cried out his name.

He fucked you through your orgasm, the relentless clenching of your pussy bringing him closer to his own. Your arms finally gave out on you, your head dropping to the ground softly, but Dazai was kind enough to turn it to the side for you so that you could breathe.

“‘M close, belladonna,” he whispered.

“Osamu,” you whined, quickly becoming overstimulated, “I’m tired.”

“Shh, sweet girl, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you,” he soothed, placing an almost shockingly sweet kiss on your cheek, a sharp contrast from the way he’d just been treating you. His hips began to stutter, sloppy and almost clumsy, before you felt him shake above you, spilling his load into you as deep as he could get it.

Dazai shuddered as he came, his arms very nearly giving out, but he wasn’t through yet. He pulled out suddenly, the sudden friction on your already sore pussy making you’ll help. He clumsily pulled his phone out of his back pocket, readjusting to take a photo of his cum already spilling from your pussy, then another, a selfie with his fist tangled in your hair, yanking your head up next to his as he smiled at your completely fucked-out expression. Satisfied, he rolled away from you before he collapsed to avoid crushing you. Flipping onto his back, he pulled his jeans back up where they belonged before gathering you in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wiping away at your tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Such a good girl for me, honey,” he whispered, squeezing you tight. “Anything hurt?”

“A-ankle. . .” you whimpered, deciding the twisted appendage was your most immediate problem after your completely abused pussy.

He clicked his tongue teasingly, assuring you he had an ice pack in the car, along with a blanket. He stood, gathering you up in his arms before starting toward the car. The passenger door had been left open, so he placed you onto the seat, wrapping you in a blanket before wetting a rag from a water bottle, wiping away at the blood on your face and neck as you began to drift off.

“‘Samu?” you asked

“Yes, belladonna?”

“I love you,” you slurred. He laughed softly.

“I love you too.”

WEEEEEHOOOOO do u feel it? Cumming in the air tonight?

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twilight-orchid · 4 months

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The Shopping Trip

Jason Todd x Pregnant Reader

Word count 1,437

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, cursing, brief sexual reference

Part 1 Part 2

Ever since your pregnancy began to show, Jason was on you like a hawk. You wince from the pressure on your back, he’s there with lotion to give you a massage. You’re too sick to eat, he goes out of his way to make you something you can keep down. He made sure you got enough sleep, bought all of your cravings no matter what time or weather condition, waited on you hand and foot, and was happy to sit there and hold you when you sobbed at whatever triggered your hormones.

Sure, he was doting and sweet, but he was also protective and possessive; traits highly exasperated by the fact you were carrying his kids. Lord help anyone who even looked at you the wrong way, your giant guard dog of a fiancé had a hand on your hip and was staring daggers in seconds. Any time you left the house he was at high alert. You thought it was endearing to a point. However, the way he currently surveyed the Babies-R-Us as you entered like he was on an undercover mission was a bit excessive. He held your hand tight, as if he were afraid someone would whisk you away at any moment.

He grabbed a cart then stopped once you were a bit into the store.

“Alright, game plan.” He said, turning to you.

“Cribs, car seats, a stroller, blankets, towels, bouncers, tummy time pillows, highchairs, clothes, bottles, diapers, toys, bibs, pacifiers.” You read off the list on your phone.

“Damn that’s a list.” He muttered. You snickered, your hands dropping to rest on your 6-month rounded belly.

“Maybe next time you won’t break the condom.” You whispered teasingly.

“I don’t think I recall hearing any complaints at the time. And that night I remember every detail of.” He said lowly, his voice slipping into that sexy growl of his that helped get you in this situation to begin with. He loved how the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from him, your lip between your teeth as you too remembered the night in question. He chuckled at your flustered face before he decided you’d had enough.

“Alright, alright doll. After you.”

The couple had only walked a bit further into the store before you squealed and ran over to a display. Well, ran was a bit of an exaggeration at that point; it was more like a quick waddle. He felt guilty about how much pain you were in as the kids grew, but God forgive him, he also found watching you try to maneuver around your middle hilarious.

He followed you to the display as you turned to him beaming, matching purple and green onesies in your hands.

“Look! They have little hoodies. And matching socks and baby mittens! It’s pretty warm, it’ll be perfect to bring them home from the hospital in. And they’re so adorable!” He watched your little outburst with a smile on his lips. Cute.

“Those are perfect.” He agreed. You grinned as you dropped them in the cart.

“So, what are we actually getting today and what’s going on the registry?” He asked as they walked towards the cribs.

“All of the furniture, the strollers, and the car seats will go on the registry; Bruce was very insistent about it. We just need to pick them out today.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll buy the whole thing plus some.”

“Most likely.” You agreed with a smile.

Jason really hadn’t been sure how Bruce would react to the news, but surprisingly The Dark Knight was actually taking it in stride. If the family didn’t know any better, they’d venture as far to say he was excited. However, Babs and Dick had him beat. Though no one was as elated as Alfred.

“We should go ahead and get stuff like bibs, blankets, clothes, bottles, pacifiers, and diapers today. But we should put some of that on the registry too, we could always use more.” He nodded in agreement as they reached the cribs.

They walked through the long, overfilled aisle of various cribs and cradles. Jason had no idea there were so many options to choose from, especially since most of them looked exactly the same. He turned to see if any had caught your eye, but he found you with a distinct frown on your face.

”What’s wrong doll?”

“We should have picked out the color scheme for the nursery before looking at furniture.” You replied. One thing you had been insistent on was a put together nursery. Jason had read about it in the numerous pregnancy books he’d read: nesting. You wanted everything cleaned, organized, and put together by the time your little boy and girl got there, and Jason could tell it was stressing you. He came around behind you and pulled you into him, his hands finding the sides of your belly and his fingers massaging circles into the fabric of your top.

“We can get neutrals for the furniture so it’ll work with whatever we choose. And I can always paint it if there’s a specific color pallet you pick out.” He suggested softly. You mulled it over for a second but nodded in agreement.

“This one is cute then. The bottom drops out so we could use it until they’re around 2. And the whole mattress is washable.” You mused, leaning your head back into his chest.

“That one’s nice, but look at this one. The bottom doesn’t drop as far but it turns into a toddler bed. And there’s all that storage on the bottom, we’ll need that while they’re little. Mattress’s still washable too.” You smiled and nodded, pulling away from him to write down the serial number.

The two of you moved about the store, picking out strollers and highchairs, décor and toys, planning paints and curtains. The cart was quickly filling with little things you found that would be helpful; swaddling blankets, wrap carriers, a baby monitor, a bottle warmer, a boogie sucker, etc. With how thorough you thought your list was, it was insane how many things you were seeing that you knew you would need. Eventually you rounded to the large expanse of colorful clothes, shoes, and accessories.

“Let’s split up, maybe 3 outfits each per baby for now?” You suggested. Jason nodded, kissing the top of your head and leaving you with the cart. First and foremost, he picked up a red onesie reading daddy’s girl in black cursive that came with a black tutu and black gold glitter leggings. Next, he grabbed a blue parter in crime onesie with little black cargo pants. Next, he was going for-

He heard soft sniffing coming from nearby. He looked around and was alarmed to find the cries coming from you. He rushed to your side.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You turned to him with tears down your face and a little formal suit in your hand.

“Jason, look at the tiny suit! It has a little bow tie, and itty-bitty dress shoes!” You could barely get it out before your voice broke. He stared at you blankly, trying to hold it it, but failed miserably as laughter overtook him.

“You’re crying over the baby suit? Seriously?”

“Fuck off Todd, I’m hormonal and it’s cute.” You glared at him, but he could see the humor in the quirk of your lip. He held his hands up in defeat.

“You’re right, you’re right. How dare I?”

“How dare you indeed.” You wiped your tears and turned back to the shelf of clothes you were looking at to hide your growing smile and hung the suit back up.

You both picked out your 6 outfits quickly, and in fact it was hard not to grab more. You hadn’t even seen your babies yet but you were so excited to dress them up. Maybe it was the fact that they were about to be first time parents, but everything was adorable.

You picked out some beanies, baby mittens, and socks to keep them warm, and Jason insisted on grabbing a Wonder Woman and a Superman swaddling blanket, pointedly leaving the Batman one untouched. Finally it was time to hit check out.

Jason said no to the printed copy when the cashier asked if he wanted the receipt in hand or emailed, honestly he wanted to quickly grow amnesia for that part of the trip. Especially since he knew that was trip number 1 of 2000 probably. However, when he looked over at you, your hand protectively resting over your children’s temporary home, the price tag didn’t matter quite as much. And as long as he had you with him, he didn’t care how many shopping trips you had to go on for your new, growing little family.

Whoo boy I couldn’t figure out how to end this one. Sorry it took so long, life is very stressful right now and writing is more of a passive hobby for me. This one doesn’t feel as put together as my others so sorry if it’s not what you were hoping for! I really just wanted to do some domestic fluff. Regardless thank you for reading and I really really appreciate the support on part 1 and 2!!!

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vvynia · 6 months

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abby and your family’s thanksgiving

pairing: a. anderson x black southern belle!reader

genre: fluff w/ brief mention of smut (mdni)

word count: its headcanons so its short but idk the specific number sowwwy

warnings: not beta read, brief mentions of homophobia but only bc reader’s family isn’t like that, mention of family drama, pregnancy mention, brief moment where religion is talked about (saying grace/prayer)

synopsis: this is literally just headcanons of what would happen if our beloved abby anderson attended your family’s thanksgiving/reunion if you don’t celebrate. very much black reader-centric, but anyone’s welcome to read it esp if you’re from the south cause this is also heavily southern reader coded.

bringing abby anderson to your black (southern) family’s thanksgiving would be a sight to behold.

and imagine its everyone’s FIRST time meeting her too. assuming everyone is super cool and unhateful, i just know she’d have all the aunties’ attention. they see her height, her build and turn to you talkin about, “now, where’d you find her?”

abby would 100% be in ya grandmama’s backyard huddled around the grill with the uncles and dads. she’s got a lil beer in hand (she probably doesn’t even like beer but she likes fitting in and it isn’t all bad when the bonding is genuine) one of em goes “mhm that turkey bout done smokin” and abby is taking mental notes cause one day, she’s gonna smoke a turkey for you two’s family, in your backyard, and your grandkids are gonna be running around

the kids are OBSESSED with her. they climb her like she’s a jungle gym, ask her to throw them in the air, ask her all types of questions. “ABIGAIL! come play with us!” and she does, but the whole time she’s wondering how they discovered what her full name is cause she sure ain’t tell em lool

sometime after, she gets together in the livingroom with you and your cousins, then that one uncle or aunt comes in, says a few words, then leaves with a plate. the gossip commences lol and she’s so in tune to what ya’ll are talking about. she thought her family could dog somebody out?

all that pales in comparison to yall’s words. these sly (and sometimes even blatant) insults are unhinged, the storyline is juicy. she feels like she’s listening to an audiobook of lore. and whenever she asks a question for clarification, someone is always ready to start from the beginning with “see, what had happened was” and “to make a long story short” (the story was not made short)

then it actually comes time to eat, time for her to have her taste buds born anew

your family has whipped up some southern classics: sweet potato pie, pig feet, neck bones and collard greens, cabbage, pound cake, and every other dish you can think of.

you were in charge of the sweet tea, but this year you made a peach batch cause you know abby likes peaches 🥰

ya’ll say grace cause lets be real, if this is the south, somebody baptist and its probably the family matriarch lol

abby is respectful about it whether she believes in god or not cause your family has treated her with the most open of arms and she can feel the love and hospitality all around (if god is real, she thinks, he would’ve wanted everyone who believes in him to be like my sweet girl’s family)

when ya’ll are done and everyone has plated their food, they’re all silently waiting for the white girl’s reaction. they’re trying to play it off, be casual, not stare LOL but they know what’s coming i must admit

and abby doesn’t disappoint cause as you’re sitting next to her, soon as she puts some of them collard greens in her mouth and a couple candied yams and your grandaddy’s secret cast iron skillet macaroni recipe in her mouth, the satisfaction is written all over her face

everyone starts laughing when one of the kids say, “damn, girl, is it good?” to which they’re scolded lol but ofc abby nods like she’s trying to shake the hair follicles out her head

after everyone has ate and said what they’re thankful for (she says she’s thankful for you ofc but she leaves out how thankful she is for getting to strap you down at least twice a week), you two go sit on the porch alone.

you’re leaned against her in a two-seater rocking chair, bellies impossibly full, enjoying the gentle breeze and setting sun and the scent of food that is still wafting from the house

one of your cousin’s kids runs up from the backyard, comes up to you asking for help with opening a new toy, so you help

abby sees how cool you are, how in your element you are with your family, and this moment truly solidifies how much she wants this with you too. ya’ll have had the kids conversation before, so she knows you want at least one

she can’t help but think how gorgeous you’d look bein her housewife, barefoot and pregnant and divine and ethereal, starting a family, never having to worry for a thing bc she’s gonna take care of you

and she knows, when she needs it, you’ll take care of her too

I LOVE LOVE

#abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby headcanons #abby anderson #thanksgiving #tlou 2 #tlou #lesbian #wlw

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cindylcuwho · 2 months

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¡ purely nonsense , chapter one ♥︎ !

“ ⭒.‧ i don’t even know , im talking nonsense ‧. ⭒ “

prologue — 01 — 02 — more to come 🥥

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !¡ slight sexism in the beginning – that’s all i believe !

@ sturnalert

@ — christopher sturniolo and y/n carpenter spark romance rumors after mentions in the ‘cut the cameras’ podcast + carpenters follow back !

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@ sturnconsiderate : i have never shipped harder

@ stang3rr : why can’t she be alone for ONCE 💀

@ sturatiolo : he’s literally a fan like the rest of us 😭

@ randomuhh : dick rider (literally🤢)

@ y/nscupcake : no one move what’s going on😀

@ hat333r : another hollywood slut anyway

@ singl3 : uhh since when do A list celebs interact with D listers 😒

@ y/nsmusical : oh

@ y/nsmusical : damn do i look hot in that pic😮‍💨

@ user231 : she’s always jumping from relationships wtf

@ ynslovee3 : it’s a fake relationship they’re jus trying to make the triplets ride off of her fame 🤮🤮

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* ⋆ . · ⋆ “chris, chris wake up!” nick banged on his little brothers door, before his hands ran through his fluffy blonde hair and tugged at the strands manically.

chris let out a groan of annoyance from being pulled out of his sweet dream, but still complied. just barely opening the door, nick pushed his way through to stand in the middle of the room and point an accusing finger at him.

“i didn’t do it.” chris immediately defended. nick furrowed his eyebrows at that, “do.. what? no that’s not why i’m– wait what’d you do?” he stood leant on one hip, crossing his arms.

chris strugged, not sure what to say. it was 4:30 pm and he was barely waking up, he hadn’t had a chance to even attempt to do something if he wanted.

matt came rushing in, but he wasn’t being able to catch his own speed and ended up face planting on chris’s mattress.

“what.. the fuck is wrong with both of you?” over time, chris became used to both of his brothers antics, but for both of them to act panicked at the same time was worrisome.

“did–“ matt flipped himself over, laying on his elbows, “–did you see who followed you?” chris held a confused face. no, he didn’t see who followed him, why would he need to? many fangirls would follow him at a time so he never bothered to go through the list.

he shook his head no.

nick did a drumroll motion, patting his thighs as matt began giggling like a mad man. “are you on drugs?” chris accused. he nervously laughed, not sure what was going on.

“possibly..” nick shrugged. “but give me your phone!” he demanded. chris pulled it out from his pocket, he was unsure of the intentions but still passed it over to him.

“wait, i wanna do it!” matt patted his hands against the bed as he whined like a child. nick rolled his eyes, tossing the phone on the bed. matt unlocked his brothers phone from there, opening instagram.

he went to the ‘followers’ tab and typed a couple times before turning the phone to show off what he had only discovered earlier that day.

chris was only more confused, leaning forward to get a better view of the screen. nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he was aware many y/n fan pages followed hi– oh my fucking god.

his eyes widened and his throat suddenly seemed drier than a desert. chris felt like he could barely breathe as his eyes re-read the same text over and over.

at the top of y/n pages, sat his dream girls actual account, a blue check mark confirming it was indeed her.

how the fuck did this happen– when did this happen? chris missed and accidentally ignored many things, but he’d never miss his idol clicking the follow-back button.

if it was some kind of mistake, he was glad it happened to him.

“chris.. you okay?” nick chuckled at his youngest brothers reaction. he couldn’t even nod, it was like time froze only him and he was still wide eyed at the phone.

matt slowly pulled the phone down, but chris quickly snatched it back and brought it to his face. he clicked on the page just to be sure, and to no one’s surprise it was actually you.

“oh my god.” he whispered to no one but himself. chris had been dreaming about the day she’d notice him legitimately since he was eleven and declared to be the guy to never break her heart.

despite y/n being a year older than him, he still felt they would be a great pair. the only problem? well, she were busy with acting and tours and he was just some random kid with a fanpage from boston.

“what do i do?” he looked up, eyes flicking from nick to matt as he waited for an answer. “what can you even do besides have a panic attack and fangirl?” matt joked.

chris glared at him, “this is not a joking matter, matthew.” he seethed out, already protective of this fact.

“i’d say message her ‘hi’, but she probably gets that every single day from guys” nick suggested. chris ran his right hand through his unbrushed hair, “i need a pepsi.” he sighed out.

chris exited the room, with nick and matt following behind in his trail. thoughts were racing as he opened the fridge in search for his favorite drink.

‘was this a sign from the gods above?’

‘oh my god is this soulmate behavior?’

‘damn i should’ve listened to that one folklore song better when nick played it– one single thread of gold.. fuck i don’t know!’

“chris!” matt raised his voice, something he rarely did. the boy quickly turned to his brother, humming out a ‘hm?’ as he closed the fridge with a cold pepsi in his hand.

“were you listening to me?”

“no.” he opened the drink, taking a long sip.

matt just rolled his eyes at him, “i said when her album comes out you can just post a pic on your story with one of the songs. she’s bound to see it.” chris shook his head disapprovingly, “too long to wait, another man could snatch her up during within then.”

nick scoffed, “she’s not a piece of meat, nor actually yours, you know what right?” chris was taken aback by this, and by what nick was trying to say, “i didn’t mean it in that way!”

nick just nodded, for once not wanting to carry on an argument. they stood in silence for a minute before an idea popped up in chris’s head. “what if.. i just message her a ‘hi’? it’d be perfect!” he cheered himself on.

“that.. that was the original plan..” nick cocked his head to the side, “thought we crossed it off th–“

chris shushed him, already pulling out his phone to re-open instagram. his plan was already cut short when the first post was about ‘romance rumors’ between the both of them.

he couldn’t help but be too intrigued by what people could’ve been saying to not open the comment section. many were supportive, saying they’d ship or that the two of them were cute, if it were true. chris felt awfully disgusted as he read through the hateful parts, though.

that’s when he saw it. y/n saw the post, and even commented. she didn’t comment addressing anything big, just a quick ‘i look good’ and left it all to simmer between fans.

chris wouldn’t disagree, she did look rather fantastic in the picture they used. it was next to a pic of him, ‘if only it was real’ he thought.

remembering the original goal, he left the comment section and went to the messaging tab.

he typed her user, and went to their empty conversation. ‘hey’ filled the message bar, taking place right next to the send button.

chris was already second guessing this. maybe the follow back was actually a mistake and later she’d realize and take it back. oh god chris hoped not, not only would that be embarrassing but he’d probably, no definitely, sulk over it for months.

“i can’t do it.” chris shook his head. both his brothers looked at him, highly confused with where the little kid excitement went, “what do you mean you can’t do it?” they said simultaneously.

“i just– i can’t do it.” he repeated. “do you want me to?” matt offered. maybe it was triplet telepathy, or maybe because chris’s breathing was getting too heavy, but he could tell chris was beginning to hyperventilate over this.

he held the phone out for his brother to take, now it was in matt’s grasp. he looked over the message and decided it was too little to be sent out.

matt typed for a moment before clicking send and exited the app. “don’t even look at it, just wait patiently and she’ll see it.” he instructed, handing the phone back to chris.

“i’ve waited nine years, i can wait a couple hours for a response.” chris played his worries off, chugging the rest of his pepsi to calm him.

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a couple hours turned into a week and a half of no reply on y/ns side. it was definitely a bad time to message her, as she spent the week adding finishing touches to the album and couldn’t even think to interact with anyone on any social media platform.

she laid on beige couch in her studio room, humming the sweet tune of the most recent completed song, ‘read your mind’. madison beer, one of her close industry friends, and occasional co-writer was seated on the other side of the room, strumming the shared pink guitar so she could layer the noises all together.

“isn’t this crazy?” she questioned. madison looked over at the blonde, “what’s crazy?” y/n shrugged and picked her manicured nails, “just how fast everythings moving, you know? like yesterday i was an overworked teenager and now i’m releasing a free-willed pop album? crazy!”

“babe,” madison chuckled, “you still are an overworked teenager.” she reminded. y/n rolled her eyes, but held a smile to show she wasn’t actually upset.

“i just mean– like these are such fast times, i can’t even process feelings normally without anyone wanting the inside scoop.”

y/n rested back on the couch before springing up with wide eyes. judging by madison’s expression, it was clear the pop girls were thinking the same thing.

“get on that fucking chair, lemme hook up the mic!” madison swung back around to face the computer. she worked on setting the mic up as y/n excitingly twirled in the seat next to her, thinking of lyric ideas.

they stayed in the same position for almost an hour. y/n sang whatever decent line came to mind as madison re-wrote the lines she thought fit well together.

once the two had a majority of the song down they decided to call it a day, knowing they’d be back to finish it tomorrow.

“oh, he’s cute!” madison commented, slightly leaned over the cars console to see the phonescreen. y/n was back to mindlessly scrolling through tiktok again, except this time accidentally left her phone open to repeat another thirst trap as she zoned out.

“yeah, he’s.. alright.” she partially agreed. the tiktoker was cute, but definitely not close to her type in any means. “you good?” y/n nodded as a response.

her gaze remained on the passing cars in front of her, “should i delete social media?” she questioned aloud. madison’s mouth open and closed, the green light turning red- almost like it was a sign.

“why would you do that?” the brunette turned her head with a puzzled look. y/n switched her gaze back to her phone, “i can’t even follow someone without getting accused of sleeping with them, plus i just.. need a break.”

madison nodded her head, “well, if you need a break then i can’t stop you, your choice.”

her foot stepped on the gas, driving down the road as y/n debated between decisions. she decided on just doing a quick swipe through her message requests for any collaboration offers before just muting the apps instead of getting rid of them.

most of the requests were indeed fans spamming her inbox, some were small businesses asking if they could send over a random item for her to post on her story, but one of them was from her most recent ‘scandal’.

she couldn’t help but to let her cheeks crack up into another smile and just prayed madison wouldn’t look over.

christophersturniolo

heyyy, how’s life goin ??

though the message was more on the simpler side, and the fact y/n wasn’t really expecting chris to have the courage to message, she was glad that he did.

y/n immediately accepted the message, but when she went to reply her mind was blank. all she had to do was say life was good and ask how his was and the conversation would vary from there– but for some reason she couldn’t think of that.

“oh– fuck! i forgot my laptop at the studio” madison cursed, making the quickest U-turn. y/n looked over at the girl, “do we have to go back now?”

“unless you want to potentially forget every single song written ever, yes.”

y/n remained silent, not daring to test upsetting her friend.

she closed out of all apps so she could focus on lightening madison’s mood, not realizing she just accidentally ghosted chris.

— ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ dedicated to , and idea created by @freshloveee :)

— ꒰ 💭 ꒱ she was written quicker than expected omg- but i’m literally obsessed with this series and its aesthetic can you blame me ?! madison beer. remember that name btw tehehe

— ꒰❣️꒱ we have a taglist ! @sturniolopepsi , @junnniiieee07 , @xyzstar , @st4rswrld , @sturnrc , @hearts4sturniolo ( ❤️ ) comment if you wanna be added :)

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Head over heels - Lee Know pt2

First part here (Can be read as a standalone)

Warning: Cursing(I can't help it). mentions of drinking. The reader is overthinking in the beginning but the end is fluffy. Minho is a menace and I love him for it. I can't think of anything else please tell me if I missed anything. Reader is gender neutral.

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A/N- Hey lovelies, I'm back with the continuation of the previous Minho drabble. I wasn't thinking of writing the second part but I got inspired so here we are. I really hope you'll like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I'd love to hear what you guys think. Thank you for all the love and support you give me, it really means so much to me. Please take care of yourselves, love you all so much!! <3 <3

The one and only sun, the sourse of light and basically all life on earth was sometimes a huge dick. Like what do you mean you're brutally waking someone up from their sweet slumber on 8 am on sunday? That's just evil. Do you know what they were up to all night? Maybe they need their much needed rest. Talk about inconsiderate.

Grumbling curses at the bright rays of sunshine which felt like you were being poked in your eyeballs you turned to your side, trying to escape them. You furrowed your face into your pillow hoping to fall back asleep. But you couldn't. Because you realized couple of things. First of all your so called pillow was clearly breathing. Second of all the familiar comforting smell clearly belonged to your best friend. Third, how the fuck was Minho's chest so firm yet so soft?

Hold on, hold on. Why were you sharing a bed with Minho? Normally whenever he slept over he opted for using the guest bedroom or the couch if he was too lazy to get up. It was rare of you to share a bed. Wait did you do something?

You tried to recall the events of the last night. You were at the club. Minho got a bit drunk, you went to get him some water. Some deuchbag tried to hit on you but Minho scared him off. You got to your apartment. You asked him to help with detangling your Chains and you two made out for hours, you talked in between and some time into talking about some random stuff Minho fell asleep.

You made out wit your best friend! What were you thinking?! You're clearly into him, you have been for a while, but what about him? Okay you knew Minho wouldn't just kiss you out of nowhere but still! You have been extra flirty lately but he hasn't given you a hint or a clue that he romantically likes you like that. Maybe it was just a spur of moment thing. Let's say he wanted to test things out. Maybe he wanted to test if he liked you like that? Oh god, what if he regreted it? What if you ruined everything. Oh God, what if this messed up your friendship. You couldn't live without him in your life. Maybe it was an overdramtic announcement but he was too dear for you. He was the reason you believed in suolmated be it platonic or romantic. God you shouldn't have indulged in kissing him when you knew he was still a bit tipsy. But he was so close tho and his lips looked so pretty and kissable... Oh what the hell?

The hands tightening around you stopped your train of thoughts. Great you woke him up now. You were mad at the damn sun for waking you up and now you were the one to wake him up? Great job.

Minho's groggy yet soft morning voice startled you. "I can physically feel you overthinking. It's too early, go to sleep."

"But Minho." You cringed at yourself at how whiny your voice sounded. Minho opened his eyes to give you an unimpressed look. He wrapped his hands more tightly and brought you even closer. You both loved and hated how at peace you felt whenever you were around him. Being between his harm made every cell in your body relax, except your heart, which felt like it would burst any second. When did you even manage to fall so hard for him?

"Do you like me?" The suddenness of his question startled you. You couldn't with him sometimes.

Unimpressed with the lack of answer Minho opened his eyes and full on glared at you. Normally you would laugh it off or try to make him well not upset but now all you could think about was how could a human look so breathtaking first thing in the morning. With messy hair and slightly dark circles from the few hours of sleep he got. He was like a walking renaissance painting what the hell? Minho was about to let go of you when you started talking. Well you had to say something.

"It pisses me off how pretty you look first thing in the morning."

You blinked at you once, then twice then rolled his eyes. His hand came up to your cheek and you thought that maybe it was one of those rare moments when he was sweet and affectionate, but no, you were proven wrong when he slightly pulled on the skin of your cheek.

"First of all, I'm always pretty. Second of all I could say the same to you." He let go of your skin and now slightly grazed your soft skin. "Third of all you're getting distracted sweetheart." This smooth fucker. You could feel your face start to heat up.

"You have never called me sweetheart."

"Hm, do you not like it?" Minho mused and looked at you with eyes full of mischief. The fucker knew he was getting you all flustered up.

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

"You're cute." Why was he so keen on teasing you today?

"Shut up!" - You couldn't help but groan. You didn't fully appreciate how flustered he made you feel.

The smirk on his face grew even wider if that was possible."Make me!"

If he thought that you wouldn't retaliate! You looked at him with challenging eyes. "I just might!"

"So you do like me." He said so casually while playing with strand of your hair you were taken aback for a second. God you hated how your heart basically did a backflip at his soft voice.

"You're infurating." You wanted to hide your face now, you knew this little asshole was having the time of his life watching you get this flustered.

"And you're not denying." Why would you? He knew you liked him.

"One fact doesn't exclude the other smartass!"

"So you're admitting it." How was he so casual about it?

"Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" You challenged him. Proud of yourself when you saw that your comment got to him and suprised him for a second.

"Then, I am going to kiss you senseless like you're pretty butt deserves to. And I'm going to take you some place fancy for our first date." To make his point across he even took your hand and softly kissed it.

"Partner?" You couldn't hide your surprise as well as your hopefulness.

"Aww you think my butt is pretty." This was the only response you could muster up. At this point you were amazed how was your heart still working.

"Well of course I think my partner's butt is pretty." Did he just say what you thought he did?

"Bold of you to assume You have any way out of this relationship." What a romantic. Why was he so him?

You decided to tease him a little, after all that's all he did all morning. "What if I'm tired of you?"

"You can always sit the fuck down." Again, so romantic.

"What if there's no chair?" Based on the smirk on Minho's face you knew he was going to make it dirty. "Okay never mind, I got it. Okay, what if we lose chemistry?"

"I have seen breaking bad, we will cook something up."

"Okay you're clearly quoting that one tiktok I sent you."

Minho glared at you for a second. "Doesn't mean I'm not being genuine."

"What if your cats hate me?" Minho rolled his eyes at you.

"They love you and you know it."

"Yeah, I'm way too adorable for them to not love me. Okay what if..." Minho didn't let you finish.

"No what if's. I love you and it's clear you feel the same. I knew what I was doing when I kissed you last night and I know what I'm doing right now. You're mine and I'm going to treat you like a royalty until you let me. Don't overthink your pretty mind now. Let's just cuddle for a while and then I will take you out for the fanciest breakfast ever." Again not really romantic but the butterflies in your stomach still decided to have a French revolution in your tummy.

"I still hate you"

"Whatever you say sunshine." He leaned in and sealed his lips with yours.

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goodnightmemes · 1 year

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KNIVES OUT (2019) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Anything you need. You’re part of this family. ❜

❛ Kids today, with the internet. It’s amazing. ❜

❛ I read a tweet about a New Yorker article about you. ❜

❛ I’m here at the behest of a client. ❜

❛ You will find me a respectful, quiet, passive observer of the truth. ❜

❛ Are you baiting me? ❜

❛ You think I am dumb enough to be baited into talking family business. ❜

❛ This is not how I wanted to have this conversation. ❜

❛ He’s always been the black sheep of the family. ❜

❛ Are you, goddamn, insane? ❜

❛ You tell her or I will! ❜

❛ I know it’ll hurt, but it’s all for the best. ❜

❛ I expect it’s going to be about something, if not extraordinary, then at least interesting. ❜

❛ Does having a kind heart make you a good nurse? ❜

❛ Just the thought of lying, yeah, it makes me puke. ❜

❛ Have you seen her insta? She’s an influencer. ❜

❛ Can I wait inside? I feel like I shouldn’t be here. ❜

❛ So, somebody suspects foul play. ❜

❛ It makes no damn sense. Compels me though. ❜

❛ I don’t know why we keep going over this. ❜

❛ Physical evidence can tell a clear story with a forked tongue. ❜

❛ Can you just take your goddamn medicine and go to bed? ❜

❛ You really love drama, huh? ❜

❛ Why can’t I beat you at this game? ❜

❛ Such a bad loser you are. ❜

❛ There’s so much of me in that kid. ❜

❛ Playing life like a game without consequence, until you can’t tell the difference between a stage prop and a real knife. ❜

❛ I don’t fear death. ❜

❛ I don’t fear death. But, oh God, I’d like to fix some of this before I go. ❜

❛ Hey. You had a long day. You wanna do drugs? ❜

❛ I messed up. ❜

❛ You know, this is an interesting and efficient method of murder. I need to write this down. ❜

❛ There is no time, you have to listen! ❜

❛ If what you said is true, I’m gone, there’s no saving me. ❜

❛ But you have to do exactly what I tell you. ❜

❛ Will you do this? This last thing. For me. ❜

❛ What do you want me to do? ❜

❛ It sounds crazy, but it will work. ❜

❛ Don’t lie. Tell fragments of the truth. ❜

❛ I keep waiting for the big reveal, where it all makes sense. Wouldn’t that be nice? ❜

❛ Jesus, I’m gonna disappear until the politics talk is done. ❜

❛ Something is afoot with this whole affair. I know it, and I believe you know it too. ❜

❛ I trust your kind heart. ❜

❛ Be it cruel or comforting, this machine unerringly arrives at the truth. ❜

❛ You do as I say and everything will be just fine. ❜

❛ Best judge of character is a dog. ❜

❛ I don’t feel like talking. I’m distraught. ❜

❛ People grieve in different ways. ❜

❛ I don’t know what any of that means. ❜

❛ Now, you heard something. Spill it. ❜

❛ Maybe this might finally make you grow up. ❜

❛ This might be the best thing that could ever happen to you. ❜

❛ Nothing good is ever easy. ❜

❛ Up your ass. ❜

❛ Matter of fact - eat shit, how’s that? ❜

❛ The game is afoot, eh Watson? ❜

❛ Please accept it with grace and without bitterness. But do accept it. ❜

❛ You little bitch! ❜

❛ Did you know about this? Were you in this from the beginning? ❜

❛ Were you boinking my father? ❜

❛ In the meantime I’d maybe run. ❜

❛ I’m not on Twitter anymore. ❜

❛ You look like you’re gonna pass out. Have you eaten anything today? ❜

❛ I know I shouldn’t say this out loud, but when he told me, I… Jesus, I coulda killed him. ❜

❛ You asshole. ❜

❛ Tell me everything. ❜

❛ There is much that remains unclear. ❜

❛ I suspect foul play. ❜

❛ I have eliminated no suspects. ❜

❛ You’ve come this far. Let me help you go all the way. ❜

❛ What’s going on? This isn’t you. ❜

❛ You should do whatever you think is right. ❜

❛ You have to make things right. ❜

❛ I want you to know I’m gonna take care of you. ❜

❛ You lay low for a couple of days. Wait for this investigation to blow over, and it will. ❜

❛ Are we rich? ❜

❛ Why is grief the providence of youth? ❜

❛ I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief. ❜

❛ One thing I assume of age is weariness. Damned if I don’t get more tired every day. ❜

❛ I think you have something you wanna tell me. ❜

❛ I don’t like any of this. ❜

❛ What kind of blackmail scheme is this? ❜

❛ You regret helping me yet? ❜

❛ Oh my God. I’m just pure adrenaline right now, I feel like I swallowed bees. ❜

❛ That was the dumbest car chase of all time. ❜

❛ Strange case from the start. ❜

❛ Listen, I don’t know what you want. Whatever it is, we can work it out. ❜

❛ I don’t want any more surprises. ❜

❛ God, you’re not much of a detective, are you? ❜

❛ You make a pretty lousy murderer. ❜

❛ You’re a pack of vultures at the feast. ❜

❛ Is anybody else confused? ❜

❛ I’m so sorry. I told them everything, I figured it was up. I’m sorry. ❜

❛ You shared a love of twisting the knife into one another. ❜

❛ I’m warning you! ❜

❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜

❛ A twisted web. And we are not finished untangling it. Not yet. ❜

❛ This is stoopid with two o’s. ❜

❛ You don’t have a shred of evidence. You’re just spinning a fairy tale. ❜

❛ In for a penny, in for a pound. ❜

❛ I knew you were a no good son of a bitch! ❜

❛ And then you’ll see just how much hell I can wreak on your life. ❜

❛ You vicious little bitch! ❜

❛ What the shit!? ❜

❛ I want you to remember something that’s very important: you won not by playing the game his way, but yours. ❜

❛ You’re a good person. ❜

❛ I have my own opinion. But I have a feeling you’ll follow your heart. ❜

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like oxygen

pairing ↠ abductor!seulgi x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon, pussy slapping, kidnapping, choking, drugging, pretty vague mention of stalking

summary ↠ you tried to escape her, but it was too late. she’s not letting you go; she needs you like you need oxygen.

wc ↠ 1.2k

a/n ↠ this is a repost!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it feels like you’re taking your first breaths when you blink for the first couple of times, eyes fluttering open and shut, vision a blur until that moment when everything finally focuses — and then everything hits you hard. the chase. the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. the feeling of her breath on your neck as she held the cloth over your mouth, and she whispered ever so soothingly, “shh, don’t try to fight it. you won’t win. just go to sleep.” in that moment, you thought that you were taking your last breaths.

clearly not.

the setting is unfamiliar, though as dull as the alleyway you had previously ran through. your brain works slowly, but you soon come to the realization that you’re in a basement. her basement, most likely. you try to move, but your body works slowly, too. it’s only when you feel some kind of material digging into your skin that you realize you’re being bound down.

you feel so damn sluggish. the cloth - whatever chemicals were on it might as well have paralyzed you.

“wakey wakey,” a familiar voice sings. if you could, your neck would have snapped in the noise’s direction. but you don’t need to look to tell that it’s her. your abductor.

she finally steps into your range of vision, still smiling menacingly. god, if it weren’t for the fact that she had kidnapped you, you would have thought that it was cute. now, it was nothing more than haunting.

seulgi rubs her forearm, in a bit of pain, but she doesn’t show it well. “you really put up a fight back there, you know,” she tilts her head, staring into your fearful eyes. in all honesty, she had gone easy on you. there was no need to exert too much force, she loved the thrill of chasing you and letting you believe that there was a chance of you getting away. though you knew now that there was none. ”even left a mark on me when i haven’t even hurt you - yet,” the emphasis on the word yet makes you tremble. “don’t you think you deserve to make up for that?”

and then, she begins to walk closer to you. your eyes widen and every rational thought remaining in your body is begging for you to move even a muscle, but you can’t. you’re trying, you’re trying so hard to move, but your body won’t listen.

she crawls on top of you, beginning to tug at your clothes, and as much as you want to try and get her to stop, you’re utterly powerless against her. you manage to shake your head a few times, but all seulgi does is smile in your face and shake her head back at you mockingly, unbuttoning your top and letting it fall to the ground. “stop,” you exclaim, “stop!” but she doesn’t listen, moving to take off your bottoms. the moment you’re naked she’s between your thighs, almost in awe at the sight of you. “you’re so pretty,” seulgi sighs, ignoring your pleas. or maybe she’s so in her head that she really doesn’t hear you, too focused on your cunt.

seulgi loses every bit of restraint she had and latches her mouth onto your cunt, the sudden earning a surprised noise from you. in revolt, you try to close your thighs, but to no avail. the only person capable of moving your limbs at the movement is, oddly enough, her.

the taste of you has seulgi in a trance-like state. finally, the moment she’s been waiting for. seulgi’s had her eye on you long before now, planning exactly how and when she would finally make her move. that moment happened to be today, and the wait was worth it. one taste of you has her knowing that she’ll never ever give you back to the world - not until you’re so equally hypnotized by her to the point that you’re the one coming back for more.

and arguably worst of all, it feels good. you’re suppressing all of the noises of pleasure at the tip of your tongue, replacing them with ones of anguish. nothing gets past seulgi, though. one look at your face, and she can tell that you’re into this.

seulgi lifts her head, replacing her mouth with her pretty fingers to keep you occupied. “you like this,” she laughs, the most taunting look on your face. it’s humiliating, but you know that she can feel your pussy gripping around her fingers, which only heightens the sheer embarrassment you feel. “you fucking like this!”

you shake your head (maybe the drugs were losing effect. it was hard to tell how long you had been in there), denying it, but seulgi’s relentless, moving her fingers harder and in search for your spot. she finds it soon enough, which is obvious by the moan that manages to escape your mouth. you put your hand over it, hating that you’re entertaining her. “admit it,” she orders, removing her fingers to give your cunt a little slap. you make a noise of pain, but she doesn’t care, looking you dead in your eyes. “admit that you like this.”

“no!”

another slap. another noise from you.

the cycle repeats itself again, and seulgi purrs with that stupid smile on her face, “i’ve got all day and night, baby. and i’m starting to think that the only reason you’re denying it is because you like me hitting you, too.”

she hit the nail on the head, but you would never admit it. your cheeks are burning and so is your cunt, but something about it is dangerously arousing to you. and seulgi is still determined, feeding into your lies for a moment before she decides to change her m.o. “fine,” seulgi says, and you think she’s giving up until she reaches over and wraps her hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. her fingers are wet with your arousal and it sticks to the skin of your neck, but you’re more focused on the fact that you can’t breathe. seulgi tilts her head, demanding in a sweet tone that betrays her actions, “admit it. your pretty little pussy’s so wet that i already know you do. so just admit it.”

you want to fight it, you really do, but the hazier your vision gets the more you crave air, and you just can’t resist it anymore. “i… i like it. i like it…” you admit through croaks, hardly able to speak with her hand so firm around your neck.

“hm, what was that? i didn’t hear you,” seulgi teases.

“i like it!” you say with struggle again, hands trying to claw at hers in an attempt to pry them off of you, but you’re still too weak. “please. can’t- i can’t breathe.”

she’s half-tempted to ignore your pleads, loving the way you look with every last breath leaving your body, but seulgi’s kind enough to release you, watching as you pant and cough, tears strolling down your cheeks when the air finds you once again.

“see how easy that was?” seulgi giggles. she leans over to kiss you briefly, then whispers in your ear, “next time you want me to hit you, just ask.”

#seulgi smut #red velvet smut #tw: noncon #gxg smut #girl group smut #tw: kidnapping #tw: drugging #revehae fics

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thebestofoneshots · 8 months

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WOLFSTAR X READER SERIES

Gilded Constellations | THE INTERLUDE

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Hey Lovelies, welcome to “The Interlude” of Gilded Constellations. We’ve basically already gotten to 100 k words in this story and that’s absolutely insane!!! Which is why I thought of doing a little thing where I could interact with my readers. As a thank you for being there and supporting me so much through this journey.

And so… this little Q&A was born. Those who didn't get to ask their questions, don’t worry my darlings, my ask will be open all week for you to ask whatever you want. It’s a mini event that will last from today ‘till next wednesday.

But yes, it does mean this week we won’t get a new chapter D:

Don’t worry, it will definitely be worth it since the next couple of episodes are two that I’ve put absolute extra care on crafting, and I will put just as much care on revising. I’ve been quite literally posting non stop for 15 weeks consecutively. That’s almost 4 months, what?!?!

I needed my tiny lil break, besides I wanted to dedicate this bit of time to work on my Maraudween Special smutty series that will include some interesting mini AUs, so those that read my other stuff and not just Gilded Constellations will be quite literally treated this Halloween. There will be a lot of posts these next few weeks. Although, I might be releasing some of the Maraudween stories at the beginning of November. Unfortunately, I’m not a machine and I can’t write in seconds like Chat GPT.

Without further ado, let’s get on with those questions!

Where did you get the inspo for the fic?

Oh my god if I tell you guys about this… It all started when I was in class, sometimes when I’m bored, my little mind starts to wander. I’m a total daydreamer, I can’t deny that, but at that moment in particular I was quite literally thinking of nothing and everything at the same time. And then, out of nowhere, this phrase came to me:

“You look at them the same way you looked at me when we met…”

And I was like, “omg that’s so freaking angsty” and “That’s a great freaking line for a poly story” And I quite literally wrote it down with a little tag that said, “-the start of a poly relationship story because I’ve never read enough of those.”

And then I closed the notebook and went back to class. But I guess the idea had already set in my brain because next thing I know, I’m writing down more things down. And let me tell you, before Gilded Constellations I only wrote Oneshots because a story seemed like too much commitment. So I kid you not, I wrote down:

“Not a short story, but maybe a 3-5 chapter long fic”.

Jokes on me though, we’re 15 chapters in, like 20-something written and we’re probably going to end up with longer than 200k words and I’m not even sorry about it. Besides, I'm really pumped to finish it because I want to get it printed in Lulu and have my own little copy as a “Damn you wrote that.” kind of evidence thing. So worry not about being left with an unfinished fic, I’m going to complete this story even if it’s the last thing I do.

Besides, if I’m being honest, when I’m not writing, I miss my boys, so I’ll definitely miss passing the time with them when I’m done with GC. (Luckily I’ve already got another series planned and spoiler alert: This one will be Poly!Marauders x reader, a lot spicier aaaand, PIRATES.)

That’s how the fic started, well that and a dream that was basically most of Chapter 3 and I thought it was so cute that I wrote it down and then I was like, “hold up, this could be the start of the Poly story I was talking about…”

Are there any real-life experiences that influenced your writing?

Well I mean, I’d say that art imitates life and life imitates art, but in regards to real-life romance I don’t really know that much. But there are definitely some things here and there that have been sprinkled from my real life into the fic. Not sure if I could think of a particular one but I can say sometimes Remus gives me the same vibe that a boy I “used to” have a crush on. “Used to” in quotation marks because I kinda still do even if we haven’t seen each other in years.

So I guess a lot of Remus comes from my crush, but also Remus is his own little boy as well and I love him more for it. Even If I’m torturing him so much with his heartache, I promise it will be worth it Remus, reader and Sirius will take care of you, eventually.

Other than that, I guess I like to pay attention to things around me, you’ll see me looking at nature, the sky, the way leaves move, the way people interact with each other. Especially at that actually, I like to pay attention to people, how they move, how they interact, and their reactions. Sometimes I do it irl, and sometimes I just watch movies or series, and since my writing process is like seeing a movie in my head and then putting it into words, it’s always useful to pay attention to the world around me. Even if I sometimes struggle to put into words exactly what I’m seeing in my head.

Did you already have everything planned, or did you just go with the flow? If you have already, how far? all of it? Or just some chapters ahead?

Well, yes and no. I do have various key points of the story planned, a lot of plot points that are going to happen and that’s kinda what I’m sustaining myself on. I know the big points and then I just have to write what happens in between them. And I’ve got it planned all the way ‘till my babes all start dating. After that, if I’m honest I’m not sure how I’m going to end it. Some parts of me want to go for the saddest ending possible because it would go along with cannon and the other side of me, the one that can’t bear to see my boys being sad, wants to just deviate completely and/or leave an open ending.

But so far, I really cannot tell what exactly I’m going to do, I just know that time will tell. Because sometimes the characters just do what they want and I love to see where they take me. Which is why the ending is not set in stone just yet.

Without giving too many spoilers, can you tease upcoming plot twists or surprises we can expect in future chapters?

My sly little foxes have already guessed some of the major plot twists that are upcoming in the story. And there definitely will come some surprises along the way, some you will love, some you won’t so much. But I promise you it will all be worth it!

Remember in Gilded Constellations, everything happens for a reason.

THE FANCAST

What's your fancast for the fic? Did you pick the reader too or just leave it be? // I wanted to know if you have a fancast for everyone…

I did mention that I basically see stuff as a movie in my head right? So yes, I do have a fancast! Although I most definitely see James as Aaron, Sirius as Ben, Remus as Andrew and Peter as Dane, I have also twisted them in my brain. Like it’s them, right? But my version of them. Like my Sirius is so fucking ethereal in my head that sometimes I myself blush with his beauty. And Remus, well, he is probably most similar to Talita Asami’s from instagram. Especially this one.

There’s something about the way she contrasts his soft features with the scars that’s just perfect. It’s that sexy pirate vibe I cannot get out of my head, if that makes sense. But also I’ve been toying with AI lately (Talkie) and ended up with these two versions of Remus and Sirius and they have absolutely taken over.

Sidenote: I made way to many of these, so do tell me if you wanna see them.

The reader: Uhm… well, I kind of just see her as me, hehe. Which is kind of the point, you should all just see the reader as yourselves, if you’re comfortable with that of course.

The rest of our babies though? Lily Evans, Marlene and Mary, are kind of like the boys as in I see them as their fancast but also not entirely. And Lily especially, she’s just so freaking pretty in my head, there’s no one I know to match her, all thought Sophie Skelton and Kennedy Walsh (@/c4tluvr666 on Tiktok) are super close.

Now, outside of canon characters, aka all of these OC’s I’ve been creating with time, some of them do have a fancast and some of them don’t. Let’s focus on the ones that do, because some of them I literally had in my head since the very, very beginning of the fic.

Tom Harrow- This boy actually started as a younger version of Tom Hiddleston in my head, but the more I wrote him, the more he said, “Luv, that’s not what I look like!” And, almost out of nowhere, baby Tom Hiddleston became Rober Sheehan, and let me tell you, it stuck. And it stuck so bad there is no way I could see Tom as anything other than Rob. Especially with his role as Klaus in Umbrella Academy having a rather similar personality in the entire open-minded spectrum that he’s got going on. And, talking about teasers, this boy is actually going to be a key point on the romance between our golden throuple to develop, so keep an eye out for him. I love him so much tbh.

Then we’ve got Beth Doxon, this girl is my wifey, I freaking love Beth so much and if you’ve been paying attention you may already know who I based her off, at least in looks. It’s Anya Taylor Joy as Beth Harmon in Queen’s Gambit, redhead queen (can you tell I really, really like redheads?) . Also that’s why she has such a strong character, even if my Beth is a lot more of a Party Animal than the original character.

Alexander Wood in my head is just a carbon copy of his son Oliver, but in Hufflepuff, and the rest of the Quidditch teams, I’ve got a good idea of what they look like in my head, but not really a fan cast for them. Suggestions accepted.

Well, except for Minho Yun, since his role in the story is going to be as a pretty strong supporting character, in fact, he was meant to be somewhat of an alt love interest that was going to help build Sirius’ jealousy, but in the end, I decided to completely scrap that to further develop him as a character. Some interesting things that you’ll actually learn on the GC Halloween special. Oh, and Minho is actually based on Sang Heon Lee (on looks) and Ki Hong Lee (on character, specifically on his role in Maze Runner). Had I based Minho on the character of Sang Heon Lee who inspired him, we would have way too many slutty boys in the same room, with Tom and Sirius and him, It’d be chaos, which is why he ended up being a little shier.

Nox, Neil and Todd, literally are just Nox, Neil and Tod from De*d Poets Society. I was rewatching the movie to nail that boy friend group interactions and to get in the Dark Academia Vibes and I wanted to give my boys a happy ending.

Also Neil just gives me the most massive Prongs vibe I cannot.

And lastly, there’s Nina Blythe. Nina to me is a totally angelic girl, I’ve got a very vivid picture of what she looks like in my head but I don’t really have a fancast for her. Maybe a little bit like Aurora (the singer), in regards to her soft features, but Nina has longer hair and it’s a little wavy. I kind of think of her as a girl from a Renaissance painting, emphasis on girl, since she is supposed to look younger than she is. Any ideas for a fancast? For her and for anyone I missed, I’m completely open to your suggestions.

THE TEACHERS

Professor Nightshade is definitely Eva Green from Miss Peregrine or Jessica Chastain from Crimson Peak. She’s got that tall, regal and dark but elegant vibe to her that is just so freaking gorgeous and awe-inspiring. I totally have a crush on Seraphina, can you tell?

Professor Aurelius Spellman is kind of inspired by Kingsley Shackelbolt. However, if I had to cast someone for the role it would be Djimon Hounsou, he has that attractive and rough vibe to him. Like scary, demanding but also alluring things going on, he’s just got the magician type I suppose.

This one’s going to be silly, but I can’t imagine Kettleburn as anyone other than Gobber the Belch from HTTYD, like, take away the horned helmet and give him a pointy hat, and boom, Kettleburn ladies and gentlemen. Down to the messy personality, honestly.

And Donovan Pendragon (the teacher for Magical Theory) I feel like he isn’t mentioned enough, because I literally had no idea what his name was even going to be and I just left a line for it until I was editing the chapter before posting. So he doesn’t really have a cast. He’s caucasian in my head, but that’s about all I’ve got from him. Any ideas?

Do you have any headcanons for any of the characters and their relationship that you haven’t talked about in the story?

REMUS: Well I feel like this one has been talked about several times in the story but Remus being a beast in bed? I feel like everyone loves to tease him about it in the castle but to me, he’s also a total soft boy? Like especially the first time, I feel like he’s going to be so overwhelmed by both Sirius and Reader that he will basically just melt in the hands of his lovers.

SIRIUS: Smitten little puppy of my life.

SIRIUS AND REMUS: They’ve totally kissed in the past. At least once, and Remus still dreams about it. Sirius, well… maybe he’ll get some memories of it every now and then.

READER: My girl thinks she’s so freaking smart and yet is the most oblivious to her own feelings; she could be considered an idiot. She’s also so selfless it hurts, but like literally. Also, she loves flirting with Sirius way too much. Still, they definitely will need Rem in their relationship because there is no self-preservation sense when her personality is just as chaotic as our Puppy. Side note: Remus will 100% blush when she starts flirting with him in the same way he does with Sirius. And let’s not talk about what a tomato he will be when Sirius does it as well.

PETER: He kinda disliked the reader at first, especially since he felt like she was taking away his friends, but eventually he warmed up to her, and loves their friendship.

LILY: She enjoyed the kiss with Reader, and it made her realize she’s totally bi, because she also enjoyed the kiss with James.

TOM: My boy is clever as hell and he knows a lot more than he lets on. Also, he secretly ships the golden throuple.

BETH: She’s Tom’s bestie and she knows a lot of things too. She will also ignite chaos with the ultimate goal of being Gryffindor Tower’s own cupid. Do you think what happened at Marlene’s Party was a coincidence?

REGG: My beautiful Reggie is still sad about the incident. He’s still trying to find a way to reconnect with you and it pains him that you think he’d rat you out. Even then, he values the fact that you are with Sirius and that you’re helping him through everything that’s been going on, especially since he saw how red Sirius’s eyes were when he left the Black’s house with a trunk in hand sobs stuck in his throat. Reg cried like a baby that night, just wishing for time to go by as fast as possible so he could go back to school and see his big brother again. (I’m so sorry for that guys).

MINHO: Has a secret crush and you would not believe me if I told you who it was.

NINA: Has a secret crush and some of you have probably already guessed who it is.

DAMOCLES: You don’t know him yet but omg he’s just so clever, thank you Kles for existing.

And let's be honest, I totally have a bunch more of this but I think this is way more than enough, for now…

Out of all the chapters so far, what’s been your favorite?

This is too fucking hard to decide. But If I had to choose my top three, and in no order in particular, I’d say, for the released ones:

Fooled around and Fell in Love

Because, can we talk about the kiss scene? I feel like this one will come back bite my kiddos in the back so they finally realize what they actually fucking need.

Do Ya

I’m a total sucker for Sirius, what can I tell ya? But also the flying scenes were so much fun to write, totally an adventure to go through, still among my favs.

Maybe I’m amazed

“Do you like Golf?”

From the unreleased episodes:

Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

The calm before the storm. Or is it the storm before the storm?

Bad Moon Rising

The FUCKING storm. But also one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I think I like action scenes a little too much.

*** On The Run

The storm continues. But also, the calm after the storm.

Do you have a playlist that you always listen to when you're writing?

Not a specific playlist, but I have been listening to a lot of ‘70s rock. Things like Queen, Bowie, Boston, Foreigner, Kansas, Fleetwood Mac, Nazareth, The Police and some others. All of them help me get in the mood for writing. At least in the mood of the era, if that makes sense.

Aside from the ’70s classics, I’ve also been listening to a lot of Lord Huron, Hozier, and Aurora (I sort of discovered her recently and I’m obsessed with some of her songs). Also some of The Killers, Dotan and Vian Izak sprinkled here and there. Bastille and Imagine Dragons are always and forever so of course they wouldn’t be missing from my list.

But when I’m struggling, like really struggling with writing, then I go to this Best Instrumental playlist, where they have everything from the Narnia and Peter Pan 2003 soundtracks to Vivaldi and Ghibli. It really does help with the concentration.

How long for the guys to understand that they fancy each other?

Well, when you say the guys do you mean Sirius and Remus? ‘Cause then it’s not thaaaaaat far away from now. Now from then to them all dating, well…

I know Remus kind of struggles with feelings, and probably even more now that Sirius and the reader are together. But when he's gonna say "hey, can I come in?" 😏 lol I just want them together so baaaad!

Ahahahahahaha, Well that’s not exactly how it’s gonna go, but it’ll happen sometime after Christmas.

After wolfstar and the reader get together, the fic will end? or we're gonna have a lot of them together to compensate for the agony? 🥺

I’m not sure about the ending yet, but I’m definitely going to add so much fluff of the three of them together that you’re all gonna get cavities. Also, I’ve been writing The 5 Senses and the Halloween special (that might be finished until after Halloween) to practice for the spice, so I’m def compensating for the agony.

Also, I kind of want to explore the social implications of being in a throuple, of making that public in the `70s. Seems like a whole lotta issue bringer that kinda interests me… Sorry, you’re not completely getting rid of the angst even when they’re all together.

I don’t remember if I already asked you about this, but as a Regulus’ wife, I need to know. He'll come back, right? She will talk with him and he will be able to explain everything to her? I need this, I really need this! I can leave without this closing. THEY NEED TO BE FRIENDS AGAIN!

Your husband is safe with me. I promise. I’m not gonna say it’s gonna be very soon, but he will be safe because I love baby Reggie and I too can’t stand him being mistreated either.

Not a question. I just want to say that I really love this story. It's one of my favorites, and I just put it on my masterlist for how much I love it.

Aww shut up, I love you so much <3

Will we have some Sirius jealousy? ‘Cause I'm really interested in that. Oooh... will he notice that Reader and Remus are... more than friends before they even know it? I dunno, he's just oblivious about everything around him.

Funny that you ask, yes we will have a lot of Jealous!Sirius, in fact, it’s a huge part of how the throuple will develop. And you will have it so soon, even if it’s not exactly what you expect it to be. I can’t wait for next week!

And in regards to noticing, well… Sirius is not going to be the most oblivious about his own feelings in this story. I mean… not always.

Are there any particular scenes or moments in your story that were especially fun or challenging to write?

Well, I’m actually finding it a lot harder to write stuff atm, so I’d say the limbo between the Bad Moon Rising Arch and the next big thing that’s going to happen has been the hardest. Especially since I’m already going to get to a key point in which some shit is going to go down and I’m still not sure how bad and angsty I want to make it. Don’t worry, our golden throuple will be alright but…

In regards to fun, I must say the parties are some of my favorites, Potion Pong was incredibly fun to write ‘cause I literally transported myself to it and it was like actually living it, even if it was in my head. Also the flying scenes, they’re always fun to write, the race was incredible tbh.

I love to write the fun banter and the teasing too, it brings me joy. But I bet you could tell I’m one for the teasing from the very first chapters of Gilded Constellations.

Nina fancies Reader, right? She does. I just need a yes. I already know that 😌

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Can you share any behind-the-scenes trivia or Easter eggs that readers might not have noticed in your story?

I feel like there’s a lot of behind-scenes I shared so far but I guess I could share a few pics of my organization systems. Things like…

Your schedule:

The cover:

Some of you have already been theorizing about it too, you can look at some of those theories over here, and here, and also here.

Alt Covers I designed but weren't chosen:

Something you might not know:

GC is also available on Wattpad and AO3. The AO3 chapters usually drop like 30 minutes or an hour before Tumblr because it's easier to post there. And the Wattpad releases are actually way behind in comparison (there isn't much engagement over there).

Some Shots of my Plot notebook (0 spoilers):

And also, have you noticed the special little thing in the names of the chapters? 10 housepoints to whoever notices

I just thought of this, but what if we make a little housepont system and from things that you guys guess of the story you get housepoints and then we have a houseprice in the end? OMG I'd love to do this, if you're on tell me your house in the comments. So far Sytherin would have like 40 points just beacuse of dear @cometsghost and I'm not sure what is @blacksgarden house but they would also have like 40 pts.

How do you stay motivated and inspired to keep writing, especially in moments when you might experience writer's block?

It may or may not be healthy, but I just force myself to type? I never really have writer’s block, rather I’d call it writer’s overload. It’s when I’m running through so many possibilities in my head and I can’t pick which is the one I want to go through with. So I keep thinking about it and I don’t type. Which is why I just force myself to type, more often than not I’ll end up writing something I really like.

And as for the motivation, honestly just getting to see my boys again. To be able to submerge back into Hogwarts, that’s enough motivation. I seriously get an urge to go back because I miss them. It's kinda crazy. Like I might be chilling at home and suddenly the thought “I wish I was at Hogwarts” crosses my mind, not even joking.

The other motivation is finishing my book so I can get a printed version to place in my bookshelf and show it off. Not that anyone would know what it is, but I’d know, which is enough, hehe. And also to be a better writer, they say you should write every single day, which is kind of what I’m attempting to do with GC. By writing a chapter every week, I literally force myself to write every single day, even if just a couple of words.

Can we have cute moments with Remus? uuuh, Will he be cute when she notices that she really likes him?

Yes! We can have all the cute moments with Remus. Even before they all notice they’re into each other, we’re gonna have so many cute moments because even if Reader is dating Sirius I can’t leave my beautiful boy on the sidelines. Besides, how can I torture him if he doesn’t get a taste of how good it would be to be with them?

What can readers look forward to in the next chapters, and do you have any long-term plans or goals for GCs development?

Angst. Don’t hate me for this. But also comfort, and some fun little adventures and then a bit more angst, hehe…

Well, that’s the end of the questions I got sent ahead. Hope you enjoyed this rollercoaster of a Q&A. If you have any more, or if my answers have provoked further questions, then by all means, share them with me, I’d love to be able to interact with you a bit more.

Love ya, Lily xx

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Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D

This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭

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Y/N POV

I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.

After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.

"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.

I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.

"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.

He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.

"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.

I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.

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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined

"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.

TBC...

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eagerbby · 2 years

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ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? - ᴇᴍ

pairing| virgin!Eddie Munson x Female Reader

synopsis| The year is 1999 and Eddie Munson is going crazy over his need for you, little does he know; you want him just as bad.

an| shitty synopsis oops, here's the final part to the series. I'm sorry it's taken so long to get out but I do hope you enjoy it.

warnings| 5k, mentions of a fight, shower foreplay, very brief moment of Dom!Eddie (I mean maybe if you squint), virgin!Eddie, experienced! reader, pnv sex, eddie running his mouth like always, 18+ only minors dni

part 1, part 2, part 3, masterlist

The diner is nearly empty by the end of your shift, the dinner rush tapering off into a couple regulars and a few kids waiting for the sudden sheet of rain to die down. The clock above the milkshake machine reads 8:50, ten minutes till the end of your shift, and Susan still wasn't here to cover for you.

"She's never late." You mutter to Rocky, the head cook with an armful of tattoos and propensity to smell like he took a bath in a bag of weed. It was almost comforting, actually.

"She'll be here, kiddo, you know she hates driving in the rain." He places a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in one hand, a heaping mound of buttery grits slapped into a ceramic bowl in the other.

You sigh, knowing he's right, and round the counter. The rubber soles of your white keds stick slightly to the checkered tile as you walk over to an older gentleman reading a book you'd never heard of before. He offers you a kind smile and a soft thank you as you set his food in front of him.

"Your boyfriends here." Rocky points over your shoulder as you enter back into the kitchen, adds with a laugh, "Damn, he looks like a drowned dog."

You don’t bother to correct the fact that Eddie isn’t your boyfriend, you aren’t exactly sure what he is if you were being honest, but you sure want him to be. So you just let Rocky call him as such as you take a peek out of the window that leads to the main dining area.

Sure enough Eddie walks in a second later, rivets of water dripping into a puddle at his feet as he stands there, panicked eyes searching searching searching until he spots you walking towards him, the kitchen door slamming shut behind you.

"Eddie, oh my god, you're soaked." You rush to him, completely unsure how to help him. He looks more downtrodden than you've ever seen him, sad puppy eyes and all.

"I walked here." He states simply, shuffling uncomfortably under the gaze of the few patrons in the diner.

"From The Hideout?" You ask, guiding him by his shoulder towards an empty booth near the door. He sits obediently, instantly slumping down in the seat.

"Van broke down, Gareth broke his damn finger during the set, oh and some drunk guy tried to fight me because our 'music sucks'." His hands drop after his air quotes, face drooping right along with it. His hair is drenched and tangled, stuck to his cheeks and neck, and his knuckles are red and swollen when he places them on the table top.

“Oh, Eddie..” You begin, but the ring of the door opening has your head whipping towards it. It’s Susan, looking frazzled in her yellow raincoat and muddy boots.

“It’s crazy out there.” She exclaims, soles squelching against the linoleum as she walks to the back office to clock in. Your attention quickly turns back to Eddie as he pulls at a loose thread on the apron tied around your waist.

“Hey.” You say softly, squatting down next to him, hand reaching out gently to clear his ruddy cheeks of the few wild curls stuck there. “I’m gonna go clock out and then I’ll drive you home, okay?”

“I don’t want to go home.” He says, voice low and monotone as he picks at his cuticles.

“You wanna come to my place?” You try, tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze. He only gives you a small nod, avoiding your eye contact, wallowing in his frustration. Eddie never was very good at expressing his feelings verbally, but he wore them clear on his face- in his body language. You squeeze his wet shoulder in what you hope is reassurance, and hurry to the back.

The rain has settled into a mist when you emerge from the back with your purse. Eddie sits in the booth just as he was when you’d left and your heart twists painfully for him.

“Let's go, baby.” You take his hand in yours and pull him delicately from the booth, hold his hand tight in yours as you walk the short distance to your car.

The ride to your house is mostly quiet aside from the soft music playing from your radio and the shallow breathing of the sad boy next to you.

“No ones home.” You offer into the quiet, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as you wait for him to say something.

“Mhm.” Is all you get from him, his eyes trained on something out the window. You wish you could hold him, to cure this sadness that ails him, but he’s more closed off than you’ve ever seen him. It leaves you unnerved, unsure of what to do or how to help him.

"We can order some pizza from that place you like so much and watch movies. I have some clothes that should fit you." You try to offer him a smile when his face turns to look at you, expression sour, eyes narrowed.

"I don't want to wear your ex's clothes." He practically hisses, lip curling over his teeth in disgust.

"W-what?" Your wide eyes take turns between the road and his dark piercing eyes. "They…they're my dad's. From when he was a teenager."

Eddie silent, shoulders slumping at your words and the way he watches your chin quiver in frustration. He was taking his shit out on you and he didn't like the way his anger left a bitter taste in his mouth and hurt in your eyes.

"Shit." He sighs, annoyed with himself for being so thoughtless. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I-I'd like that. Really."

"I'm sorry you had such a bad day, Eddie." He reaches across the center console and places a cold hand on your thigh. You can feel the chill of his skin through the thin material of your tights and it sends goosebumps erupting across your arms.

"S'not your fault, I shouldn't take it out on you." He trails off in thought as you pull into the driveway of your house. The windows are dark except for the soft orange light of your table lamp glowing through your sheer curtains. “That was really mean, I really am sorry.”

"That’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask him, turning off the car and gripping your cluster of keys in your hand.

"Nothing to talk about." He shrugs, scraping his nail across the flaky vinyl of the seat. "Just a bad day."

Your eyes lock onto his angry red knuckles, you can only imagine how they must be throbbing in pain.

"You should ice your hand, Eddie. It looks bad."

Eddie glances down at his hand then back at you. "They don’t hurt. He swung first." He says, then- "If it makes you feel better, I only hit him once."

"Pretty hard, apparently." You chuckle.

"Wayne taught me how to throw a punch when I was nine and some punk ass kid shoved me off the slide at recess." His eyes brighten at the memory of his Uncle Wayne, standing in the yard with oven mitts over his hands, coaching a little Eddie on how to properly punch someone. Self defense purposes only, of course.

You only smile at him, happy that his mood has seemed to lift, if only a tiny bit, his lips curling into a lopsided grin as he scratches at his neck.

"Can I get a shower, you think? I feel gross. There's just something about wet clothes that gives me the heebie-jeebies." He shudders as he pulls the damp fabric of his Corroded Coffin shirt away from his chest.

“Sure. Come on.”

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Eddie has never been inside your home, not in all the months that you've been… whatever you are. You've always just come to him or hung out in the van at the lake or with his friends wherever they were. You never offered to bring him home but Eddie never took it personally, he knows that your parents are a handful, remembers how you told him you didn't want to talk to him over the phone until you had one in your room. Embarrassed by their constant arguing, their selfish, passive aggressive dinner conversations as you sat there wishing you were with Eddie instead.

But now, standing in your foyer as you lock the front door back behind you, he feels nervous. Feels like he did the very first time he talked to you on the phone, scared he'll do something to mess things up.

You take to the stairs once you're done, motioning Eddie to follow and he can't tear his eyes away from the sway of your hips. He wants to reach out, trail his hands down the curve of your ass, but his hands stay glued to his side.

He's unsure whether he should make a move or not, months of doing nothing but making out and dry humping on his bed has him desperate to bury himself deep inside you. He wants more, he does, but he's intent on waiting until you make that first move to go further- scared he'll make you feel rushed or forced. He doesn't want to pressure you so he waits.

But now, alone in this house, pacing slowly around your bedroom that smells just like you, his desire to have you is tenfold.

Eddie needs to get his shit together and now.

"Uh, shower?" He asks, fingers dancing across the intricate glass top of your jewelry box. Your desk and computer sits in the corner of the room -a black cat with white paws curled up in a ball on the desk chair- and Eddie can't help but smile at it because without that computer he would have never met you. Never loved you.

"Oh, yeah " Your eyes widen as you walk to the bathroom connected to your room, Eddie squeezes in the small bathroom behind you, listens carefully as you explain which knob turns on the hot versus the cold. The shelves in your shower are filled with products Eddie's never even heard of before and as you shut the door behind yourself, he grabs the shampoo bottle of the marble shelf and takes a slow whiff.

Sweet and floral. Eddie closes his eyes in the steamy bathroom, marinates in the heady scent that he can only relate to you, before he places the bottle back in its original spot and starts to undress.

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You sit on the edge of your bed, a grey pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt folded neatly next to you, knee bouncing anxiously as you listen to the water running trying not to imagine Eddie's naked body wet and soapy.

Fuck, all you really want is to go in there strip naked and join him, but there's this gnawing irrational thought looming over your head.

Eddie hasn't made the move yet and it's starting to drive you crazy. All the making out and heavy petting in the world couldn't satiate that deep primal need to fuck his brains out. You know he's a virgin and you're not. What if that was a problem for him? What if he just didn't want to do that with you?

No, no that can't be it. Too many times you've caught him staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Caught him adjusting himself discreetly, or what he thought was discreet, with a hot red blush across his cheeks. He got hard easily, you could brush your hand against his and he'd pop a stiffy. So why hadn't he tried to go further yet? Maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe he thought you weren't ready.

The truth is, you are beyond ready to fuck him. Your dreams have been taken over by scenarios that have you waking up in a fine coat of sweat, thighs sticking together from your slick. You need him so badly. You need him now.

Fuck it, you think as you raise from the bed, walking the short distance on tip toes to the bathroom door. You pause only momentarily before twisting it in your hand, plumes of steam cascading into the room as you slip through.

"Eddie?" You call softly, watching as his silhouette jumps behind the steamed glass, the sound of a plastic bottle clattering to the tub floor as he gasps makes you giggle.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart, scared the fuck outta me." You can see him hold his hand over his heart as you work to get your uniform off. Once you're standing there, completely naked, skin bristling with goosebumps, you take a step closer.

"Can I join you?" You ask, wrapping shaking fingers around the showers door handle.

"W-wha- uh, yeah. If you want." Eddie stutters out, his voice pitched high with a mixture of shock and nervousness that causes waves of confidence to wash over you.

He's facing away from you as you slip in behind him, his plump alabaster butt on full display. You bite your lip as you admire the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin as he crosses his hands over his cock like a shield.

"Nice ass." You giggle before sighing deeply as the hot water flows down your back, it's more of a moan if you're honest, definitely more dramatic than necessary but it has the desired effect. Eddie shivers, tries to casually look over his shoulder to catch a peek of you out of the corner of his eye, but he quickly thinks otherwise.

"Eddie, come here." You reach out to him, smooth your hand down the length of his spine. Eddie shivers again.

"Are you… are you sure?" He questions nervously.

"Come here, baby." You do the work for him, hand guiding his shoulder till he's turned completely, eyes wide as he takes in your wet naked body for the very first time.

The blush that spreads itself deeper across his face and down his neck to his chest makes you smile. His dark eyes roam the expanse of your body, taking a mental picture just in case he ruins this and never has the chance to see your beautiful body again.

"You're, fuck, sweetheart. You're so beautiful." His voice is strained as you grab his wrist and pull him to you till you can loop your arms around his neck. That's when he finally removes his hands from his crotch, winding them around your back.

Hugging you is easy. Holding you has always felt so natural, like you were meant to reside in the safety of his embrace.

"That's better." You say, burying your hands in his wet hair as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Your wet bodies press together under the hot stream of the shower head, a silence over coming you both as you just hold each other for a moment.

The intimacy of the moment makes you warm from head to toe. You can feel it in your bone marrow. Feel the heavy pound of your heart in your fingertips. The moment fades out when his heavy cock twitches against your thigh. It makes you gasp, makes your pussy flood.

"I'm sorry," Eddie mutters, arms still tightly wrapped around you like he refuses to let you slip away. "You got him all excited."

You laugh at this, head thrown back as it bubbles from your lips. Eddie smiles down at you, eyes glossy and bright.

"What?" He asks, his own voice choked by a chuckle.

"I love you, you know that right?"

His face morphes as his brain processes your words, eyes searching your own face as if he's looking for the truth that's hidden there.

"You do?" Is what he asks after a second, hands tightening their grip on your hips.

"Of course I do, Eddie."

Eddie's breath hitches in his throat as he leans in to place his lips against yours in a kiss so slow and sweet it instantly turns your brain to mush. Your body slackens but it doesn't matter when Eddie's there to keep you steady, to keep you safely wedged between his body and the cold shower wall as he kisses you breathless.

When he finally pulls away the smile etched into his face is contagious.

"I wanna fuck you. Shit, sweetheart. I'm not good at this shit. I don't know what I'm doing." He says rather shamefully, buries his face into your neck. He sucks the hot flesh there into his mouth, soothes the painful bite of his teeth with gentle kitten licks.

"Fuck, Eddie." You sigh, back arching when he finds that spot under your ear that has you mewling, hand flying to grip his thick hair at the roots. You shove the hand not tugging at his hair down your front, fingers circling the thick length of his cock when they find it. You give him a heavy squeeze at the base, slowly jerking your hand down to his tip.

Eddie moans loudly, sounding like a whore as he pants against your neck, completely forgetting what he was doing as you quicken your pace on his cock, jerking him faster as his hips begin to rut against your movements.

"Ssshit," he hisses through bared teeth. "Oh, that feels… fuck I'm gonna come if you don't stop, sugar."

“I want you to cum, Eddie.” You whisper, voice choked by pure lust. You love the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks, the way his brow pinches in the middle when you grab him firmly at his base.

“Please.” He whines, shaking his head. His mouth opens to say something else but only a hoarse moan escapes.

“Do you want something else, Eddie?” You seek, hand blindly cupping his balls, rolling them gently against your palm. Eddie falls against you, presses your body flush against the ice cold shower wall as he nods fervently.

He’s too lost in pleasure to use words, his bottom lip bitten hard between his teeth.

“Do you wanna be inside me, Eddie?” You ask, kissing across his cheek as his head falls forward, forehead falling with a dull thud on the wall.

“God yes, please, baby, please. I’ve wanted it for so long. Been waitin’ on you to let me know it was okay.” He places a chastise kiss on your shoulder before you’re dragging his head back to look at his prurient eyes.

“Jesus, Eddie.” You groan with a dry chuckle. “We really suck at this, ya know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve been waiting on you to make a move and you’ve been waiting on me and we’ve just been dancing around each other like we both don’t want to fuck each other senseless.” Your bluntness has Eddie’s burnt umber eyes widening in surprise before they narrow and simmer deep with something that makes your thighs clench.

“You want me to make a move, baby?” He asks, his voice now deep and husky.

You only nod, fascinated by his sudden change in demeanor. He seems to tower over you as he straightens up, cocks his head to the side with a wolfish grin. He looks you up and down like a predator would his prey; sizing you up as you shiver in front of him feeling naked and exposed on a level more than physical.

Suddenly his hands are on your hips and he’s spinning you around as your feet slip against the slick tub floor. He pins your body to the wall, his arm is wrapped tight around your waist while his other hand grips your neck. He uses his body to trap you against the wall, your palms splayed flat against it, and his fingers tighten their hold on the column of your neck as he feels your thick swallow.

“I’ll make the fucking move.” He whispers, grinding his hard cock against your ass, calloused hand palming the soft mounds of your breast. His fingers tug roughly against your budded nipple as your breathing quickens. “You want this big dick inside you, sweetheart?”

You’re fucking floored, cheek smushed against the wet shower wall, knees knocking together with every sharp dig of his cock against your ass. Eddie was a dirty flirt, definitely a bit of a perv, but he was soft and considerate. It took forever just to get him to touch you, kiss you, and now he has you pinned against your shower wall like a sex god, whispering filthy words into your ear as he uses you to rut against.

“Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. Wanna watch you cum, w-wanna fill you up and watch it drip out your sweet little pussy.” His voice is ragged, breath shaky.

“You gonna fuck me, Eddie, or you gonna keep talking?” He grunts deep at this and you just know if you look back at him his lips would be pulled into a pout.

“I’m getting there.” He murmurs, his body leaves yours right after, body suddenly cold with the loss of his warmth. The now cold water is shut off and you turn just in time to watch him grab the towel off the hook. “Not in here though. I don’t want to slip and die as I lose my virginity.” He drapes your fluffy towel around your shoulders before using the one you’d brought him to tie around his waist.

Quietly he leads you out the small bathroom into your warm bedroom. His hands shake as he helps you dry off, his cheeks rosy, eyes flitting around aimlessly like he's too afraid to stare at your naked body too long. He seems to have lost whatever fire flowed through him in the shower, back to your sweet Eddie who nearly trips on his towel as he crawls on top of you.

“We can stop.” You assure him, thumb stroking his cheek, but Eddie rigorously shakes his head.

“No, absolutely not. I’ve dreamed about this, I’m not losing my nerve, I promise.” He’s nearly frantic as he leans down to suck a purple splotch on your tit, licking over it with his tongue before moving to your other breast to do the same. You sigh under him, gripping tight at the hair on the base of his neck.

“This isn’t a limited time offer, big boy.” You say, cupping his cheeks to pull him back up, he whines as your nipple leaves his mouth with a wet pop. “Do you hear me?”

“I want to.” He says after a second, his big wet eyes wandering the features of your face. “Wanna make you mine.”

You chuckle sweetly kissing him once, soft and chastise, nothing more than a simple peak on his lips. Still, his eyes flutter close, dark lashes dancing across his ivory skin. “I am yours, Eddie.”

“Do you remember when we used to talk on AOL all the time?” Eddie nods at this, kisses your thumb when it swipes over his bottom lip. “You called me baby that one time and… and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be yours. Your baby. Your girl.”

“Me too.” He says, but then his brows furrow and he adds, “Shit, I mean, I wanna call you mine. So you’re mine now, okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

“Do you have a condom?”

You shake your head, smiling up at him when his head falls forward and he groans.

“Don’t need one, I’m on the pill.”

“I-I don’t know if I can pull out in time.”

“Mmm, then don’t.” You catch his lips in a hot kiss, guiding his head as he moans into your mouth. He’s submissive to your kiss, his little streak of dominance long forgotten, completely captured in his excitement when you press your tongue against his, force his hips down with your hand splayed across his ass.

“G-god. What’d I do to deserve you? Fucking beautiful girl. Gonna cum all over my fucking cock, baby?” He’s rambling, a clear sign of the anxiety coursing through his veins, and you can feel his heart kicking against the cage of his ribs.

“Shut up, Eddie.” You giggle, digging your teeth in that spot right under the curve of his jaw that had him cumming in his pants the first time you’d found it. He keens against you, cock thrusting through your wet folds as he whines pathetically.

“Don’t *do that, you know what it does to me?” He whines, eyes falling to where the head of his cock nudges the swollen nub of your clit.

“You ready, pretty boy?” You ask him, waiting till he meets your gaze before grasping his hard cock in your hand. You jerk him off slowly as you wait for his response. It comes after a few good strokes, when he inhales a shuddering breath and nods weakly. You line him up at your entrance, try to conceal your wince when his thick head pushes in.

“O-oh fuck.”

“God, Eddie, you’re so thick.”

The ache runs like a current straight down to your bones, your body shivers at every touch of his shy hands -even now, buried deep inside you he has the audacity to be shy- at every hushed whimper he’s trying to withhold from you.

Eddie stills inside you, buried to the hilt, his dark pubic hair tickling against your sensitive clit, as he looks down at you with this deeply vulnerable look in his eyes. His innocence, his inexperience, and his nervousness about not being good enough betraying him with just one look.

“What…” He pauses, shuffling his hands next to either side of your head. “What can I do to make this good for you?”

“Eddie, you’re already doing so good for me.” Your body clenches around him for good measure, assuring him with more than just words, and Eddie moans deeply in his chest. “Do what feels good for you, okay?”

“I’m gonna cum like super fast. Can feel it now, fuck, everytime you talk your pussy squeezes me so good.”

You giggle at him and shake your head and poor Eddie’s elbows buckle as you squeeze down on him harder.

“That’s okay, baby. You have all night.” You pull his face down, palms pushing his cheeks until his lips pucker like a fish. “We can do it again and again.”

“Fuck, okay.” His words are slurred, cheeks dimpling as he smiles through his puckered pout. “I’m gonna move now.”

His pace is slow at start, pulling out all the way to the tip just to slowly plunge back in as deep as his big cock can go, until he finds a rhythm that suits him. His thrusts are sloppy but you don’t mind because he’s angled his hips *just right and everytime he bottoms out he rubs against that soft spongey part inside you that makes you see stars.

“I-is this okay?” He’s panting as he asks, eyes shut so tight it looks like he's in pain, but his moans and whines tell you otherwise. “Fuck, you feel so good. Do you, do you feel good?”

“Shit, Eddie. You’re doing so good. Fucking me so good baby. Here,” You blindly search for his hand and place it between your bodies. You guide his thumb to your clit, starting to rub quick circles on it before your hand falls away and your back arches. He takes over once your hand leaves his. “Just like that, yes, good boy.”

The praise seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming harder, more frantic, as he mouths at your neck.

“Say it- Say it again. Please.” Your stomach is knotted with heat, that rubber band of pleasure pulled so taunt inside you you feel it could snap at any moment. You’re so close, right on the edge of a precipice you so badly want to hurdle over.

“You’re such a good boy, Eddie. So good f-for me. My good boy. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”

Poor Eddie, he collapses into you, chanting on a long drawn out moan.

“I’m cumming, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His full body shakes as he cums and you hold him as he fucks himself through it, chest heaving and lungs burning. Your orgasm has vanished, forgotten for the moment, but your entire body feels like a live wire. Electricity snapping and crackling in your tummy at the excitement of making him cum that hard. You can feel his seed leaking out around his softening cock that's still throbbing inside your gummy walls.

“Did so good, Eddie.” You praise him, pushing his damp bangs away from his forehead. His head is resting gently on your chest, his eyes closed, a blissed out smile on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, baby, so fucking good.”

“You didn’t cum.” His smile falls as he lifts his head up.

“No, but I was so close.” You smile at him, your chest blooming with your love for him. His cheeks are all pink, skin flushed and clammy with the sweat that still beads down from his hairline, but he’s never looked more pretty.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no baby. Don’t be, please. You can try again later.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes, placing his head back down in its home between your tits.

“Can we get noodles?” He asks sometime after as he basks in his no-longer-a-virgin- status and you play with his hair.

“Chinese?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He’s bounding up from the bed faster than you expect, the mattress bouncing from the sudden movement. He snatches the sweatpants from the floor where they'd fallen sometime in the middle of it all and pulls them on. “I think my favorite place delivers here.”

You sit and watch him dial the number he apparently knows by heart, biting your lips to hide the smile threatening to split your face. When he catches you staring he wrinkles his brow, phone held to his face as the line rings.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just love you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you. And noodles. And after we eat we’re gonna play a game of how many times can I make you cum with my mouth- Oh hey, yeah, uh, order for delivery.”

You laugh at the deepness of his blush, the way his face screws up when he realizes the poor bastard who answered the phone undoubtedly heard everything he’d just said, and you just lay there in your bed naked as the day you were born watching this guy, this stranger you’d met on the internet, order dinner for the two of you.

But he wasn’t a stranger anymore, he was Eddie -your Eddie- who you’d stare at across the classroom back when you were just a nameless face in a sea of people. You don’t care that he hadn’t noticed you then, because he sees you now and you know he loves you.

When the food arrives you grab a heaping armful of blankets and climb onto your trampoline. You eat and talk and smoke some good ass weed he got from his friend Jonathan under the stars just like you wanted to all those days ago when he was just a boy on a phone. A face in a yearbook.

Now, though, he was yours and you were his and after your tummies are full and you’re high enough that your body feels weightless, you hold his hand tight in yours as you pull him up to your room determined to take him up on his offer.

#and we're done #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #virgin!eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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soft serve ice cream - part 2

and here we are. unholy dropped and while 'and they were roommates' part deux is still in the works, here's something to keep us all entertained

warnings: s.m.u.t. - not beta'd, not proofread as much as it should

word count: 16,162 (like i said, not beta'd, not proofread as much as it should)

you can find part one here (because this was a two-time affair)

not even a month later he was finally home. his home. or, well, at least what he'd learned to call home in the past few years. there wasn't his mother's cooking in the air, or his sister creeping up on him, or even his father reading a sports newspaper in his armchair.

it was a just a room with okay furniture and a scent he now found familiar. but monaco wasn't home, not yet at least. max just needed to give it a bit more time, is all. everyone else was -or appeared to be- well adjusted to their life in the coastline, he'd get there too.

thing was, everywhere he turned he only saw one of three categories: old money, new money and his… competition. or colleagues, sure, whatever floats your boat. no matter how good friends he were with at least some of them, as long as he was still going into that cockpit week after week, they were not working together, they were just doing the same job. he was supposed to be better than them and they were supposed to be better than him, regardless if they were able to keep their end of the deal. and that wasn’t on him, no way. it was on their luck (their cars) and their skill and that was it. only one could keep up with him and that wasn’t even based on skill. he’d watched and partook in the sport for longer than he cared to mention, he knew how to tell apart talent from a good race car. especially after the fiasco in silverstone, he was almost happy to watch from the sidelines in hungary.

but that was of no matter now. he was home. he had a two weeks to unwind, let it all go and start as fresh as he could. that’s what everyone told him, but he couldn’t seem to be able to put silverstone behind him. somehow, it found a way to creep in his thoughts, occupying space that he’d rather use thinking about literally everything else. on the plus side, however, now he did have the chance to force himself to forget; with the summer break just beginning, his trainer would forgive a night out. or two.

and that was his plan; get settled, unwind for a few days and then get absolutely fucking plastered. now that’s what he called a break, and at 23 years old, who could blame him? especially if he managed to still not miss a session with his trainer -which would be a bit more intense, but that was of no matter. it would be worth it if he managed to do it right. the perfect lap, the perfect night out.

he’d been in monaco for about four days, not bothering to get out, not even for groceries -a healthy meal delivered was more than enough. he kept up with his fitness regime, it would feel out of place if he didn’t, but as if godsend, martin, his childhood friend would be playing for a couple of nights in a club and there was no better opportunity for max to go out and execute his perfect night out plan.

new money loved martin garrix and old money’s kids felt so rebellious getting drunk while some high end name was playing in the club they ‘happened’ to be in. he’d blend right in, no one would pay attention to him. perhaps he’d also run into a ‘colleague’ or two, preferably the ones he actually liked but it was no time to be picky. if he actually cared that was.

the sun was setting as he made his way to the club that martin would be playing, colouring everything in a warm hue. at times like these, he did feel a bit lonely, but never let the feeling overtake him. sure, it would be nice to be holding someone’s hand while taking that very same route, but it didn’t matter. he wouldn’t have time for a relationship, he barely had time for a god damn hobby. that’s why he didn’t even bother to learn amelia’s phone number or even her @ at social media- wait what? it had been weeks since that, how did she find her way back into his head again? did a part of him really think that this was going to work?

max scoffed at the thought and tried to push it away, taking in his surroundings, the sun getting lost in the sea with each passing moment. but it wouldn’t leave him alone. why would he think of her? sure, there was chemistry, how could sex be good without chemistry? but there was no reason to make it anything more than an unexpectedly good night. they had a pact, unspoken, but a pact nonetheless; once they went their separate ways -which was literal minutes after- they’d forget about each other. there was no reason to ponder on what could have been and he knew his reasons all too well: he didn’t have the time, for one. and if that sounds like an excuse, try maintaining a relationship when you travel for the better part of a year. and why potentially ruin something that was just good? why not just let it be, a nice memory to look back to and smile because hey, who saw it coming? especially more than once.

even now, the memory brought a small smile to his face, and unwillingly, his pace picked up, as if he had somewhere to be. why ruin that with her weird habits and his difficult personality? sure, everyone carried baggage, even at 23, god knows they did, but did his really leave max the capacity to deal with amelia’s? or any amelia’s for that matter, it could’ve been katie, susan, mary magdalene herself and he still couldn’t handle his issues some days, with what nerve would he take up someone else’s on top of that? and who did he think he was, putting his own baggage on top of some other girl’s that didn’t owe him anything at the end of the day? max was many things, but irrational and impractical didn’t make the list. he couldn’t handle her and she wouldn’t be able to handle him, and that was the end of it.

but his evening was just beginning. he reached the club martin would be right when the sky was almost fully dark blue, couldn’t have been later than 9-ish and the place was almost empty. his timing was immaculate, not to brag of course. but it did give max plenty of time to catch up with martin while the club was still getting everything set up for the night to follow. it was a weekday, but in august in monaco, it made little difference. crowds would soon start coming in through the doors, packing the inside and most certainly the roof top, trying to be as close to the source of the music as humanly possible. he still couldn’t figure out what drew them to the speakers like moths to a flame; he’d be close to his friend, which also quite possibly meant a few shots downed in good company. for the rest of them, he didn’t know.

an hour or so had passed and without fail, he was correct yet again; the roof was packed and his now empty route between the bar and martin’s setup was not such an easy endeavour, trapping him in the bar for the time being. not that he’d complain, of course; it took him out of socialising with a more than acceptable excuse (forgive him for not risking to be trampled like a deer amongst a heard of elephants), and allowed him to order another beer with a twist: he wouldn’t get it in the bottle this time around, but in a glass, half full to make room for the shot of top shelf whiskey that would bring the liquid to the brim. it was time to start easing in to the harder stuff.

max thanked the bartender with a smile and brought the glass to his lips, carefully placing the shot glass between his teeth, downing the hard liqueur first and washing it down with the refreshing beer. the heat was enough of an excuse to gulp down the rest of the beer in one go as well, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation of the cold liquid actually cooling him down. he placed his glass on the counter with more force than was necessary, causing the shot glass to clink against the sides, while he took a much needed breath and resisted the urge to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, like a viking. he was a man of culture, his parents had made sure of that, so he settled for his fingers slowly reaching for his mouth, forcefully wiping away the remaining beer with almost undetectable moves.

he opened his eyes and without missing a beat he ordered a vodka redbull. there was no way he could ever not affiliate himself with redbull, was there? but it tasted good and it would give him a boost, that much was certain, perhaps allow him to stay past his normal bedtime, which was before the first am.

with a new drink in hand, max started looking through the crowd for the first time in the night, scanning them for any familiar faces he’d inevitably have to say at least hi to, maybe a bit of small talk, worst case scenario actually have them join him -which would end his night early, for sure. but when max finally spotted a familiar face, it wasn’t at all what he expected to see.

“you have got to be fucking kidding me” he muttered under his breath as his eyes were now locked on her.

her brown hair was pulled back in a half pony tail, allowing it to fall past her shoulders, but there were two strands framing her face on either side, certainly deliberately left out. before long, like she could feel his gaze on her, she turned around and her warm, brown eyes met his once again, allowing him to take in the differences; she was wearing a pair of silver hoop earrings, not too big to be tacky, not too small to go unnoticed, which complimented her fair complexion and she had… make up on? maybe the changes he notices were the effects of a good night out, but all he knew was that her eyes were more intense than he remembered, her cheeks were flushed and her lips, that formed an o shape in either shock or disbelief -or both-, had a darker stain on them. and he liked it. all of it. exactly like the first time he saw her, she drew him in and he didn’t dare try to pull himself away, enjoying the exhilarating feeling rushing through his bones.

they stayed like that for a few moments, neither moving an inch, when she started making her way through the crowd with determination, while max was still locked in place. her movement accented the group of people that was now behind her, making it obvious that they were with her, two girls and one guy, who was attempting to follow her but got blocked by a waiter trying to get to a table on the other end of the roof, leaving him effectively behind and defeated.

“what are you doing here?” those were the first words she said to him. no politeness or niceties whatsoever, much less than max was used to or expected. tone was raised, but it was more due to the music and people trying to talk over it as well, than it was a genuine expression of emotion.

“hi yourself” his voice matched hers in volume as he avoided answering her question, only to see anger slowly rising in her. max almost toyed with the idea of pretending to have forgotten her, as he was trying to forget his entire week in england, but concluded that that was a bad idea. “i live here. what are you doing here?”

“i’m on… vacation?” more questions arose in amelia than were answered and that much was obvious. “aren’t you dutch?”

“yes, living here. sorry i forgot to mention my postal code.” sarcasm laced his voice he hoped would come across among all the noise and commotion, and he took a big sip of his drink, hoping it would give him some much needed strength.

“i just though- i’m sorry, i just didn’t expect to see you of all people here.”

“understandable, no worries. it’s a fair assumption that a dutchman would live in the netherlands.”

“yeah, i guess. sorry. have a good one.” she said with a small, entirely faked smile, still baffled, and turned to leave.

“are you sure you want to go through that again?” max caught her on her tracks, referring to the wall of people that was standing between her and her friends.

she turned once again to face him with her brow furrowed and her eyes wide, pleading almost for a way out. but max was right and they both knew it.

“new plan: i buy you a drink and the first chance you get, you bolt to go join your friends. how does that sound?”

amelia was hesitant and max picked up on that as soon as he didn’t get a reply out of her within milliseconds. from the little he knew her, she always had something to say.

“if you’re worried, we’re not strangers, remember? i’m a privileged, entitled bastard with anger issues, and you’re a loud-mouthed, disobedient and independent brat with a secret praise kink.” maybe reminding her was more fun than pretending to have forgotten.

“max!” she exclaimed in protest, like he just wrote in the sky her deepest secret. well, maybe he had. but in his defence, no one was going to hear them, no one was paying that much attention.

“don’t worry, no one’s listening. look, bottom line, all i’m offering is a free drink and some company until you’re able to walk through the horde of orcs that’s standing between you and your friends. you don’t have to take it, you can just as well tell me to go fuck myself and venture through mordor yourself. it’s entirely up to you.” he sat up straight and made sure that every word he said was heard and understood.

“you can go fuck yourself.” she replied back without missing a beat, bringing an odd sense of comfort to the situation. never had max been so pleased to hear those words. “but i’ll take that drink. you can get me a rum and coke.” she paused for a split second, eyes torn away from him, as if she were thinking. “and we’re switching places. come here.” her voice was commanding and if he were just a little bit more of an asshole, he’d make fun of her for it, perhaps try to embarrass her by reminding that she was so good being on the receiving end of orders. he was a couple drinks away from becoming that asshole, so now was not the time. however, he couldn’t help but wonder and tease her a little.

“because chivalry is dead and i didn’t offer you my stool?”

“because i need to see when people are going to start getting out of my way, jesus you can be daft! i need to text my friends.” she followed her words with a quick search of the small black bag that was hanging from a silver chain on her shoulder, while she made her way towards him, eyes glued in her purse.

her attention was obviously not to where she was going, or she wouldn’t have bumped on to him. she would have seen that max didn’t move an inch to give in to her absurd request, instead of boldly -and wrongly- assuming that he’d just obey orders like that. but there they were, her face suddenly buried in his chest.

“there’s absolutely no way i’m giving up my spot.” he said and he was sure that she could feel his voice vibrating through his chest, enough to make his point.

“you can take it with you for all i care.” she retorted, looking up to him, gaze once again starting to fill with rage.

“can’t, love. it’s bolted to the ground.” his words were proven correct once one of his hands gripped the stool and attempted with all of his strength to pull it up.

“fine, i believe you, no need to flex!” flex? he just… pulled?

“i’m not flexing. nor am i risking having to spend the rest of my night standing. no way.”

“one would expect more from a gym buff.”

“why is it so hard to catch a fucking break with you?”

“you like it” she replied simply and winked, only to have her cheeky demeanour replaced with pure, unfiltered shock and shame. “i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to come at you like that.”

“what are you apologising for?” he raised an eyebrow in confusion. why would she apologise? this, whatever was going on, was their thing, she was doing great!

“i was just trying to be respectful, jesus! for once, i actually cared to not make you uncomfortable or corner you, sue me!”

“did the flight over scramble your brain?” he asked with genuine curiosity. sure, it had been a few weeks, but apparently she still remembered their… evening together, so what could have changed? the cogs in his brain were frantically turning, trying to come up with an answer, but he came up short. max didn’t know her well enough to even start speculating what might have triggered that. and amelia didn’t exactly give him time to find out.

“fuck this, i’m going back to my friends.” she said and honestly, he did feel disappointed. it was great seeing her again, the most pleasant surprise even. sure, it was unexpected, but max enjoyed their banter.

“if that’s what you want, i’m not stopping you.” he said, finally defeated. but this didn’t feel like giving amelia a win, it was entirely out of the scope of their game. but he still lost and he couldn’t hide it.

amelia sighed in response as she gave a quick glance at the sea of people between her and where she needed to be. “i appreciate it. but they are.” it was almost like the crowd had gotten thicker, young people moving along to the beat, inevitably almost in place, as there was no room for them to stretch out, leaving next to zero chances for her to get through.

max stood up and placed two hands on her shoulders, gently swapping their places and having her sit down. “rum and coke, wasn’t it?” he asked, even though he was sure and gestured at the bartender as she nodded in unneeded confirmation. max leaned in closer and saw her tense up. he just wanted to talk, help her pass the time, but something was wrong.

“okay what’s up?” he asked, voice firm, not opening the distance between them. he’d done nothing wrong and they’ve been much closer than this, so she’d better get used to it and fast. no way would he risk not being able to speak tomorrow because the princess didn’t want him breathing down her neck when not even a month earlier, in just their second interaction, he was pretty literally balls deep inside her.

“nothing.”

“that’s not nothing, don’t bullshit me, amelia.” her name rolled off his tongue and lingered there more than he intended. “if you’re going to stay here, you have to at least talk to me.”

“since when are you the talking type?"

"since this is too public a setting to put that pretty mouth to use elsewhere." his eyes darted from her warm eyes to her undoubtedly warm lips. "but i can see that you're getting your mojo back."

“i just don’t happen to run into one night stands.” she admitted, looking down. she wasn’t telling the entire truth, but it would have to suffice.

“that’s why they are are called one night stands, love. one and done. it’s in the name.” max chuckled and ran a hand through the back of his head. “unless you’d like seconds.” the idea rushed over him and he barely noticed that he’d said it out loud. his face was suddenly serious, in extreme contrast to how he was just a few seconds before.

she leaned in closer and his breath hitched. her eyes found his and locked on. “i’m not one for leftovers.” she released his stare only to eye him up and down put more distance between them, just like they were before.

“ouch.” he hissed has his fist balled over his chest. “my fragile male ego… how could you…” her voice wasn’t more than an intense whisper as he was fighting for his life, apparently, the exaggerated expressions on his face telling the entire story. he expected more of a reaction from her, but from peeks he stole, he could see that she was just looking at him impatiently, waiting for the show to end. max, not wanting to disappoint, pulled himself together and leaned against the bar, almost gravitating towards amelia. “you know that i’m not letting you leave until you’re just as bruised.” he allowed himself fall just a bit to his left, making sure that his breath tickled her skin. he saw the hairs on her neck rise at the contact, but that was about all she did in response to, well… everything.

“it’s so cute when you pretend that i don’t make you tick. or drip.” he added, unable to help himself. he was going to get a rise out of her if it were the last thing he did.

“i thought we got rid of that male ego”

“not quite yet, love. you’ve got ways to go. it’s adorable to see you try, though.”

“what does it take for you to shut up?”

“why don’t you find out?” he asked and his eyes were fixed on her lips, trying to remember how they tasted, but he came up short and that was a downright shame. he’d need a reminder.

“we’ve done this dance before.” she stated simply.

“i don’t remember it ending badly.”

“what if this one does?”

“i’m so sick and tired of you undermining me, especially considering that no one else was balls deep inside of you until you came undone again and again. i was. and you haven’t seen anything yet.” the words came out before he could stop them, overly confident, making assumptions that could have no hold on reality. but that didn’t stop him. or her for that matter.

“you talk big. compensating much?”

“don’t act like you don’t know the answer to that question better than anyone in here. it’s unbecoming.”

max had won that round, as amelia fell silent. she may not have admitted defeat, but she didn’t need to. not that she ever would.

“seriously though. what’s up with you?” he changed the subject, probing for answers.

“i told you. i don’t do leftovers.” came her reply, sharp, leaving max again without an answer. part of him wanted to dig deeper, push her a bit more. but if he knew one thing about her was that he didn’t know anything, so this entire conversation was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode in his face. not unlike amelia herself had a few weeks earlier. a smile laced his face at the memory.

“what are you smiling about?” she pulled him out of his trance-like daydream.

“how it felt to eat you out.” he replied honestly, enjoying the shocked look on her face. like clockwork, she made her expression disappear, but he’d made sure to take it in. she was scared that someone might listen, but no one would. everyone was so preoccupied and consumed in their own little bubbles that they called life, no one would pay enough attention to them. “how your thighs felt around my face, how your legs were shaking, how your fingers were in my hair, how soft you were on my fingers and on my tongue.” probably his first sentence would have sufficed, but she was still not giving him enough, and he wasn’t through unless she told him it was enough.

“do you really think that just because of a little dirty talk i’ll be begging for you to take me in the bathroom?”

“doesn’t sound too bad, now that you mention it. i’d love to hear you beg.” his smile turned to a sly smirk, eyes gleaming, images of how he could make her beg flashing right before him. “but all i did was answer your question. you asked what made me smile, and my honest reply was my head between your thighs.” his voice turned flat again, if someone didn’t know english they’d think that he was talking about the weather.

“oh max, please… please…” her eyes widened and her lips pouted as her words were more of a loud whisper, breath tickling his skin. “give me a fucking break.” and with one short sentence everything crumbled down, her tone resuming its -familiar by now- cold notes and her eyes rolling.

he should have known to not take anything at face value, there would always be a twist around the corner with her. but a man could hope. an appreciative smirk was threatening to form before he spoke.

“do you get off on teasing me like that?”

“the look on your face is priceless!” she let out a laugh and max felt himself chuckling along, instinctively almost.

“you are easy to please after all, aren’t you?”

“excuse you?”

and that’s how he realised that that thought had escaped his mouth and got turned into sound. words. her voice was defensive, as if he’d insulted something sacred. max’s chuckle had faded out into a smile on his lips and his eyes gleamed in his second win in a single evening. he took his time, enjoying the feeling and taking a sip of his drink in a small celebration. he had no idea how this would end, but he’d die before passing up this opportunity.

“you heard me. you’re easy to please. all i have to do is pretend you get under my skin while i reach up your skirt and-” she didn’t allow him to finish his sentence. she cut him off by taking his hand and placing it on her thigh, inching her skirt up just a few centimetres. her skin was warm and soft… familiar. and contrary to how he normally went about things, max found himself liking that kind of familiarity.

“do you seriously think that this is enough?” she asked, finally breaking. her voice could cut diamonds, but her eyes told an entirely different story; they were wide and almost begging for more. this was his cue. her hand was firmly holding his in place, leaving him no room to free his grip unless he actually tried, so he did the next best thing, and he pressed on. hard.

amelia let out a hiss, but he couldn’t be sure if it was pleasure or pain. or both. her eyes trained on his hand, so no clues from there either. he released her thigh from his grip, not wanting to overstep. this was fun as long as it was fun for both of them. much to his surprise, he didn’t have time to even see her skin bounce back, as her hand pushed his down again. he looked up and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, mind going blank.

“i’m sorry, what was the question?” he asked when she released her own grip on him, and his brain jump started. in those moments had he not been fixated on the image, he’d be lost in thought, and not purest of the kind if he were to be honest.

“you’re such a man.” she shook her head dismissively, fingers still laced around his. “i asked, do you think that this,” she pushed down once more for just a second, waiting to see if he’d do something about it. he didn’t. he couldn’t risk loosing his train of thought again. “is enough to please me.”

“i know it’s a start.” he stated simply, leaning in even closer, until he could smell the alcohol in her breath, which was a bit more shallow than normal. of course it was.

she didn’t speak, but she did let go of his hand, placing it on the bar, as if nothing had happened. she could have taken his off her thigh, but she didn’t. she just left it there and stared at him nonchalantly, playing with the straw of her drink.

deciding to test the waters, max lifted his palm from her thigh, allowing just his fingertips to roam over her exposed skin. soon enough, he was tracing rhythmic patterns on her and it had been seconds or minutes, but neither of them had spoken.

but that got boring after a while, so he decided to spice things up a bit. removing his hand from her leg, he traced her silhouette, running his hands up her waist and arm slowly, until he reached her neck. he remembered how she whimpered when his lips were latched on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and dedicated some attention to that. he felt her shudder at the contact and he wasn’t about to indulge that, so he moved on, until he reached right behind her ear and rested his entire hand there, forcing her head up, to look at him.

“what was that supposed to be?” amelia spat the words, feigning to be unimpressed, but the way her teeth found her bottom lip when his thumb pressed below her jawline told another story.

“a start.”

“i suppose you expect this will continue?”

“you tell me to stop and i stop.” he allowed a few seconds to pass, giving her enough time to clear her mind if needed and give him a sober answer. but she didn’t say anything. “well, what will it be?” he asked impatiently.

“did i tell you to stop?” she sighed the words and that’s all he needed, except.. she wasn’t looking at him, per se. her eyes were fixed on his extended arm, and he realised that the veins in his forearm were visible, reaching from right below the messily rolled up sleeve of his shirt to his fingers.

“can’t look away, can you?” he toyed.

“what makes you think i’m trying?” amelia’s eyes found his again. he loved it when she became so desperate to prove a point; it was so easy to break that facade, it was borderline unfair. but he did it anyway, tensing up his muscles just enough to bring her attention back to his arm, drawn like a moth to a flame. a humourless laughter came from his chest and it brought her eyes back to his, now burning with a mix of desire and rage. god that woman was stubborn and fuck if he didn’t love it.

“thought so.” max provoked her further. “what, does my girl want a do-over?”

“as if!”

“what do you want then?” but she didn’t grace him with an answer. “look, you can either tell me, or we can just keep staring at each other until you can go back to your posse. your choice.”

“i want you to admit that you weren’t pretending that i got under your skin.” amelia reached up and ran a hand across his torso, lingering on his chest and then his stomach before making her way to his waist and pulling his belt loop, bringing him closer. max knew exactly what she was doing; this, and the silent promise for more it borne, would be enough to get any man to say that the sky was green. he gave it some thought, considering seriously where indulging her would lead them. but he knew better than letting her off the hook with a simple ‘yeah you’re right’.

“fine, you win. i’m not pretending. you do give me a massive headache. and i need you to take it away. it’s your mess. clean it up.” his voice went from almost playful to commanding in a flash, face loosing all emotion, looking amelia up and down and for the first time, taking all of her in.

her black flowy skirt was still ridden up, exposing more of her legs than intended, while her loose black and white stripped crop top gave him just a glimpse of her midriff and that was it. no shape aside from the curve of her waist anywhere to be seen, which was nice but not enough. max kind of knew what she looked like underneath those pesky excuses for fabric, but undressing her to get to see everything first hand was the dominant mental image he couldn’t shake off. bringing his eyes back up to her face, he noticed a vein pulsing just slightly on her neck and he knew that that’s where he’d hit next. her cheeks and lips were flushed, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up and take credit for that, as he remembered that it was still over 30 degrees. and lastly, those god damn eyes, following his with anticipation, wide and waiting.

once she was sure that he was done sizing her up, amelia released a heavy breath she’d probably been holding this entire time, as if it was finally safe to do so, earning herself a scoff from max.

“do i intimidate you, amelia?”

“no.” she said but the word came out shaky, like her breaths.

“why don’t you try that again, love? more convincing this time around, huh?” he inched closer, taking her waist between his hands ever so gently, taking advantage of the bare skin her outfit was showing. he wanted to apply pressure, make sure that she could feel him, but that wasn’t in his plans, at least for now.

“you don’t intimidate me, max.” she managed to utter the words, but her tongue stumbled upon them, leaving max less than pleased with her mumbling.

“nice try, but we’re not quite there yet.” he said with a sly smirk, lowering his face bringing his lips almost against hers. he felt her shift in her seat, trying to close the tiny space between them, but then his grip on her got more firm, keeping her in place but relaxing again once she stopped squirming. “go again.” he felt his lips tickle hers as he spoke, the words sounding more like an order than encouragement.

“you don’t intimidate me.” she made sure to try and pronounce every word clearly, but her attempt got worse with every brush of her lips against his, until she sighed in frustration.

“again. don’t you have a point to prove?” he toyed with her weakness.

“you. don’t. intimidate me.” this time she spoke with gritted teeth, determination coming back to her.

“that’s my girl, you did such a good job for me.” he gave her a smile and took a small step back, as that was the only space the ever-growing crowd gave him, his hands now on his sides, ending their little game. max saw amelia’s face go from fiery to confused to wanton in a matter of seconds. “so, what have you been up to lately?” he asked as if the past ten or so minutes never happened, and they were just two old friends catching up.

“i-” she started but took a pause when she heard her voice crack, as she swallowed and closed her eyes for a moment, regaining her composure. “i’ve been job hunting actually. i’m in between jobs as of last week, so i sent resumes everywhere and now i’m just waiting for the phone to ring, i guess.” she took a big sip from her drink, her cheeks puffing out a little and max was surprised by the immediate shift, from a muttering mess to having an actual conversation.

“so you came around here for a much deserved break, then? take your mind off things? how’s that going for you?”

“oh you know, it could be better, could be worse.” she looked up to him, eyes burning once again. she was frustrated to say the least, he’d left her simmering and without even touching her. not really, anyway.

“how so?” he asked, eager to see what she had to say.

“i don’t appreciate it when people leave me hanging.” amelia shot him a glare and while two fingers were busy making her straw mix the ice cubes in her drink. “you know, some people that call you up, get your hopes up saying how impressed they are by your resume and then they just never follow up.”

“that sounds like a horrible place to work at, anyway.” he commented empathetically, appearing completely oblivious to the point she was trying to make, even though he was nothing but. “i say you don’t need them. someone who really appreciates you will come around; someone who knows how to handle you, someone you’d want to come back to work for every. day. you know what i mean?”

“i guess.” she brushed him off and max knew he’d gotten his point across. “how about you?�� amelia changed the focus of the conversation, giving max another small win.

“i have about a week and a half left of vacation and then back to work.” he replied simply.

“what do you even do for a living?”

“i’m a driver.” half truth. no need to spoil anything with details.

“like, freelance?”

“i drive for a company.”

“what kind of a driving job allows you afford a place in monaco?” her attention had gone from her own frustration to questions max had no interest in answering. this wasn’t a date, and he had no intention of making it one.

“a good one. what about you? what pays your bills?” he took a final hit from his drink and set his glass down more violently than intended, causing amelia to jump.

“jesus, sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. i was just making conversation, since that’s what we’re doing now, apparently.” her tone was defensive, refusing to take any blame he might pin on her. “i used to work in a small firm that manages cultural events."

"a woman of taste then." he gave her a wink as he rose his hand, signalling a rather busy bartender to prepare another round for both of them. "are you looking for something in the same field?"

"I don't see why i have to answer that, when you didn't." touché.

"humor me." his tone was severe again, gaze clouded and fixed on her.

"hmmm…. no."

"amelia" her name left his lips before he could do anything about it, sounding almost like a warning.

"this isn't a game anymore, max. we can play if you want, but don't expect me to be honest when you're not."

her words rang around in his brain. what the fuck had just happened? it was his initiative to go back to being two adults in a public social setting. why was it so hard for him to swap between roles when it came so effortlessly for her? for a second he had to force himself to remember the name of the game; she was in charge at all times, not he. maybe it didn't seem like it, but without her green light, nothing would happen. in a sense, he was the one at her mercy, and there was nothing he could do about it; that's what they'd agreed upon. perhaps there was no contract or an exact verbatim, but it didn't matter. they both knew and that was enough. so what the hell was he doing, imposing himself on practically a stranger?

"i'm a driver in formula one." he said simply after a minute of complete silence between them. it was an awkward silence, the music or the other people around them dancing and talking didn't make any change in the tense atmosphere. "this doesn't mean that you need to tell me anything about you. i went too far. i'm sorry." he spoke in short sentences, every word hand picked very carefully.

amelia scoffed and appeared to ponder his words for a few seconds.

"fine, apology accepted. it was good one, you've improved. got into therapy since i last saw you?" she was joking, but was she really?

"no…?" his answer was another question as he picked up their drinks from the bartender and handed her her own. amelia extended her hand and max could have sworn that her fingers lingered against his for just a little too long, a bit more than necessary, while when she finally did pull away, her movements were fluid, the kind that he was bound to still feel on his skin for the foreseeable future.

"you could use it."

"fair, but ouch."

"don't you like a little bit of pain?" he recognised the gleam in her eye because he had looked at her exactly like that before. she was going to be the end of him.

"testing my limits comes at a price." came a warning that she would surely dismiss.

"oh please." like fucking clockwork.

"you're welcome to try."

"i just might."

"and what about your no-leftovers rule?"

"didn't you hear? rules are made to be broken." she said, downing a considerable amount her drink, not bothering with the straw this time around. other than that, amelia stood still, waiting for max to make a move.

if this wasn't his break, there was no way he'd have the capacity to deal with this hot and cold, regardless of whose fault was what. lucky for her (and him), he'd have plenty of time to recharge.

he stayed there, eyes fixed on hers, like a predator to its prey, as he took a few generous sips of his drink as well, his head swarmed with the endless possibilities of what he could do. and suddenly two very important factors blocked away everything else: one, this time for real he might not get it see her ever again, so he needed to take full advantage of their time. two, it really didn't matter how long it would take, he didn't have a bedtime; he could sleep in for the next two weeks for all he cared. his routine didn't seem half as important as it used to and thus, a plan was formed.

max closed the small distance between them and took his time gently running his fingertips over her exposed arm, gaze never leaving hers. slowly, he worked his way up her neck, until his hand cupped her face ever so lightly, bringing it so close that their lips could almost touch. almost. again.

amelia sat up straight, in hopes to close the small, minuscule gap between them, as her own lips parted and her deep exhales tickled his face. but max didn't let her; instead he closed his hand around her jaw, once again keeping her in place. before she could even complain, his lips found the sweet spot on her lower neck and he felt her melt in place. perfect. he restrained himself, careful not to nimble, bite or suck on her skin, which proved to be a harder task than he thought. instead, he settled with leaving a few open mouthed kisses and long licks. it was slow and painful enough for him, so he could only guess how hard it must have been on her.

her hand reached up and felt his hand around her face, reaching up to his forearm, and finally his shoulder, taking her sweet time to learn every single centimetre and crevice. max smiled against her skin; he could only guess how long she waited to do that: such an innocent move, and being denied even that? he'd set the tone exactly as he needed for the rest of their night, and that was his only thought as he took in the sensation of her fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt, as if wanting to feel him without it in the way.

it didn’t take long for amelia to figure out that she was never going to be faster than him, he’d always be just a little bit quicker and put her where he needed her to be. but she wasn’t one to just sit there and take it, as max figured out soon enough. whatever they were doing, she was fucking good at it. she tilted her head ever so slightly so she could look at his face, finding his eyes. and then she made her move: she opened her mouth just enough, darting her tongue over her lips, breaths deliberately shallow and quick. that little stunt was enough to make him bring his lips to clash on hers, exactly like she wanted, and max knew that. he might not have been able to resist, and that was on him. but whatever she got, it would be on his terms.

amelia needed the kiss to be hard and fast, pushing herself even closer to max, so he could feel every inch of her against him and she could feel every inch of him as well. every. inch.

but if anything he needed her desperate, wanton, begging. so reciprocating the sheer force she gave into their kiss wasn’t going to cut it. he allowed her to do whatever she wanted, run her fingers through his hair, not leaving him any chance of pulling away, while she jumped out of her seat, crushing their bodies together. he could feel her breasts, smashed against him by the intensity of the contact and he was sure she could feel his hard on pressed against her hip. but that was about all the friction she’d get for the time being.

while her tongue was exploring furiously his mouth, max remained calm and collected, reciprocating with the slightest of touches and nibbles on her lips. before long, amelia found out that the only way to enjoy this would be to slow down to his rhythm, as he’d never match hers. not even scratching her way down his back did anything, although he did groan slightly into her mouth. but that still wasn’t enough to make him pick up the pace.

“i know that public settings is kind of our thing, but how about a bit more privacy this time around?” he pulled away and spoke against her mouth, avoiding to pay attention to his desire to pull on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“you mean the bathroom?” they were on the same wavelength, it appears, as amelia spoke and did bite into max’s bottom lip. hard. he winced more in surprise than in pain and sucked in a breath.

“my place. or yours if it’s okay.”

“yours.” she said, hunger evident in her voice, as she undid a button on his shirt before pulling her hands away, as soon as she realised that they hadn’t teleported to somewhere with no people around them.

“that’s a good girl, contain yourself. not yet.” his voice was so low that it sounded almost like a growl in her ear, its raspiness tickling her skin as it did his throat, without a doubt.

max reached down and pulled his wallet out, leaving two fifty euro bills and securing them under his glass, after he emptied it first. amelia took her cue and did the same.

“take my hand.” his tone was now more gentle, partly because he knew she didn’t have a choice if she wanted out of there.

soon, but not soon enough, they were going down the stairs of the club and letting the fresh summer air hit their face. max’s place was a ten minute walk, give or take, which they’d do in less than seven. but that was still six too many, and no matter how tough and collected he wanted to appear, he needed her as much and as bad as she needed him.

with the first opportunity he saw, max got a hold of her waist, raising her up and shoving amelia against a wall in a small alley between two shops. she didn’t waste any time, tying her legs around his waist, and breathlessly reaching in for another kiss. max’s hands instictively left her waist and were slowly roaming along her legs as her arms were pulled around his neck for stability, pulling him even closer. he could feel her muscles tightening at the contact, almost squirming at his touch, wanting more, but the non-verbal answer he gave with a few twists and slow teases was ‘not yet’. this earned him a small and disappointed moan, but still no signs of her letting go.

“do you have any idea how needy you seem? ass and panties exposed, almost begging me to touch you more?” another soft moan vibrating in his mouth.

“i’m not begging.” she said, almost in a trance, not giving a second thought to her words.

“your sad attempts at grinding against my cock suggest otherwise.”

“i’m no-” amelia’s sentence was cut short as she realised the movement of her hips. she rolled her eyes. “more.” she whispered before kissing him again, doing a complete 180, this time not bothering to change the rhythm. maybe she was hoping that compliance would make him cave at her demands. maybe she was too tired of fighting him. maybe she was just starting to realise how good it felt to take each other in completely, their scent, their touch, their skin. but no matter what, she wouldn’t get more. not now.

“not now.” he voiced his thought and with one last stroke of her ass and a gentle squeeze, just enough to be considered a handful, he let her go, helping her down and tidying her up before taking her hand once more and leading the way.

neither of them talked and not a sound was heard between them, as they walked down the relatively empty streets of monaco. it was a good time, as everyone was either already home, or still out. max would guess it was around 10.30. their night was definitely still young.

“i should text my friends.” amelia broke the silence and took out her phone with her spare hand.

“you should also give them my address.”

“planning an after party?” she looked up at him with sheer disbelief and shock hidden behind playfulness.

“i don’t like sharing.” he answered flatly, almost offended by the suggestion. “but they should know where you are, in case you need them.”

“that’s actually… considerate. thank you.” she passed him the phone and he quickly typed in his address.

“you sound surprised.” he noted, not exactly happy with her tone.

“you can be an asshole.”

“and you can be a bitch.”

this earned him a knowing smile and her hand wrapping around his arm, a gesture that was appreciated in more ways than one, as the heat of the contact made max wanting to feel her even more, in every way imaginable. he could only imagine how her fingers would feel like, tightening, twisting around his arm.

his steps became strides and amelia was following, picking up the pace right by his side. he liked the way she clung on to him and he spent the rest of their walk home imagining what it would take, what he could do to have that again.

before he knew it, he was closing the door behind them, and turning on the lights. before his eyes had the chance to adjust, he was shoved against the door, with her lips latched on his collarbone, suckling and biting, while her fingers worked furiously and frustrated on undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“someone’s a bit eager.” he noted, trying his best to speak the words normally and not let them be carried by his deepened breaths.

“curious to finally see what’s underneath.” she said, barely moving away from his skin, eyes wide and looking up to him, as she worked on the last buttons. “fucking finally.” amelia muttered when she was done, the words tickling his skin.

she took a step back and just looked at him, a thoughtful look on her face, as if she was trying to figure out a painting in a modern arts museum.

“disappointed?” max broke the silence as he raised an eyebrow and waited patiently, if not eagerly, for an answer. his body was never something he flaunted, or that he was particularly ashamed of. it was just there, a tool for his job. and it had never mattered, until now. he needed her approval, he realised, and didn’t know what to do with that information.

“i just don’t think you can handle me, is all.” she mused, bringing her hand on her chin, resting her index finger across her lips.

“excuse you?”

“you heard me. when was the last time you had a girl who’s not a model on top of you?”

the only reply she received was silence. while his exes weren’t all models, they might as well have been. amelia was breaking all the moulds for him, but there was no good way he could find to phrase that.

“thought so. so, can a big, hot shot driver, handle an everyday girl?” her voice was low, bordering on sultry and the finger that was teasing her plump lips was now tracing his chest and stomach.

“why don’t you find out?”

before he knew it, he’d fallen right into her trap. hands gripped the underside of luscious thighs, he lift her up and brought her close, faces almost touching, her core just barely putting any pressure against him, a bit shy of not enough. max suppressed a groan and exhaled sharply, his breath hitting her face and held position for a couple seconds, before marching towards the kitchen in large, confident strides. his eyes weren’t focused on his path, he knew that better than the palm of his hand, but on her face, studying her expression which altered from confusion to shock.

not bothering to search for the counter, he let her drop those very few centimetres between her body and the cold marble. he saw her wince at the contact, closing her eyes. not allowing the opportunity to go to waste, max grabbed her neck, finally closing the distance and attacking amelia’s lips with his. at first, she was startled yet again, barely over her previous shock, but she was quick to catch up and reciprocate.

her fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter, pushed her a bit forward, leaning on him, while his fingers inched up her waist, passed the hem of her shirt and found her nipples, giving them a small, tight twist. she moaned against his mouth and max got greedy for that sound, so he gave them another twist, enjoying her again and again.

“enjoying the pain, baby?” he asked and amelia moaned again in reply. “come on, you can do better than that.” he urged her on, giving her nipples a final twist, allowing it to serve as inspiration.

“yes.”

“good girl.”

“your hand is cold.” she noted through a hiss, desperate to change the subject, have him forget how good she’d just been.

max didn’t bother to comment on that, there was no reason to. “still having doubts that i can’t handle you?” he whispered against her ear, feeling her goosebumps form under his hands. when she didn’t reply, he removed his hands from her chest, raising his palms, but he kept them close enough so that a small wiggle or break in his concentration would give amelia the touch she wanted. did she know it wasn’t going to be easy?

“why did you stop?”

“i asked you a question.”

“and you’ve yet to prove it.” she said simply, obviously not satisfied, as her hands found his and pressed them against her chest, hoping to get a bit more sensation.

swiftly, his arms escaped hers and landed in a sharp slap on her thighs. amelia inhaled through her teeth at the contact and closed her eyes, but forced them open and locked in his very quickly, letting him know that pain was not a punishment.

accenting her point, her nails dug into his lower back and travelled slowly all the way to his neck, granting him his own small dose of stinging skin, before relaxing her fingers over his shoulders. determined, max didn’t show anything that would give away if he liked that or not, but an appreciative grin laced his lips, telling her just enough.

he didn’t give her any time to do anything about it, though. his fingers were still applying pressure on the soft skin of her thighs, dangerously close to her pussy for a good long while now and he couldn’t keep ignoring the welcoming heat she emitted any longer, reaching to the inside of her thighs now, one hand teasing the sensitive skin and the other just slightly grazing her underwear with his knuckles.

this time, he’d do it right; savor every second, come to know her better than anyone. he’d explore how wet she was gradually, first teasing with his knuckles. after a few seconds, his fingers would find the hem of her panties and toy with that for a bit as well, implying that pulling it apart and giving her what she wanted was easier than breathing.

“i can feel how wet you are from here.” he said while pulling the hem of her very much ruined underwear away from her skin. “is it for me?” he asked only to just hear her voice.

“only if you do something about it.” came a cheeky reply, and the raspiness of her words could send him reeling.

“want a taste?” was his second question, testing her boundaries a bit. there were a lot of ways he could help her taste her own cunt; dipping a finger or two and allow her to lick them clean, get her on his tongue and kissing her deeply afterwards. even shoving her wet panties in her mouth while he finally ‘did something about it’, which was a very strong contender.

he gave her a few seconds to answer him while his fingertips pressed the wet fabric against her, giving a few gentle rubs.

“yes.” she answered in the same raspy voice in almost a moan.

“how?”

“any way you want.”

having a green light and her cooperation, sure -maybe too sure- that she’d tell him no if needed, he removed her underwear and kept them in his hand, while the other hand was still drawing intricate designs on her skin. taking a second to calculate his next move, or how to exactly bring himself to do what he wanted, he gave her a simple order in a very soft voice:

“open wide.”

and to his surprise she did. amelia’s full lips were now parted, not sure what to expect to come between them. her eyes darted over to her panties, soaked and scrunched up in his closed fist, black fabric barely showing. she found his eyes again, mouth still agape and gave him a small nod.

max came closer, clumsily fitting the underwear to her mouth, not bothering to resist an urge to bite and nimble on her bottom lip, nose filled with her scent. fuck, she would be the death of him. all of her. not just how she smelled or how soft she felt beneath his fingers. but also how she understood and was on the same page without him saying a word. how could it get any better?

the answer to his question came once he was on his knees, hands spreading her thighs wide apart, mouth level with the cunt that well was on its way of leaving a small puddle on his kitchen counter. his lips found her core, tongue giving her clit a gentle flick and the muffled sound that she made, made everything instantly better. he crossed his tongue over her clit again and again and again and again, careful to not get too greedy, almost drunk with the music that were her stifled moans.

not wanting to neglect anything, he found himself giving long, tenative licks to her pussy, the tip of his tongue exploring her folds while his teeth grazed her very cautiously. max was certainly enjoying himself, but this tactic did not give him the same moans. they were softer this time around and that simply wouldn’t do. focusing a bit on her clit again, he easily added two fingers inside her, finding again all his (and hers) favorite spots, while his left hand reached up to roll her nipple between his fingers, and perhaps tug a little.

suddenly, the panties in her mouth were not such a great idea anymore.

“spit them out.” he ordered, only to have amelia reply as best she could in a disappointed sound. “i want to hear you.” he explained, half a step away from pleading, trying to keep his tone stern. the girl obliged, turning her head to discard them on the countertop. “good girl.” max mumbled mostly to himself, before losing himself again in her aroma and the feeling of her everywhere: the softness of her cunt on his lips, the stiffness of her nipple between his fingers contrasting how her breast felt in his palm, her thighs applying a heavenly pressure on his head, her wet pussy on his other hand. and of course, her sounds. not only the sounds her folds made as he played with her, but the guttural moans escaping first her throat and then her still open lips.

“oh fuck max!” amelia exclaimed softly between deep breaths and sharp inhales. her thighs closed tighter and her legs shook in what seemed an involuntary response to his mouth sucking on her clit. “don’t… stop” words came exhausted, encouraging him to keep going, vying to feel her, to hear her come undone.

a small voice in his head urged him to stop, leave her on the edge, have her become a slave to her lust and him the only one who could set her free. he decided on a compromise.

he pulled away just a bit, raising his head and searched for her eyes, hands still working tirelessly on her body. “only if you promise to cum on my cock as well.”

her eyes widened in shock and he could see the possible answers she wanted to give reel behind them, words becoming jumbled, a thread she wouldn’t easily untangle.

“yes” she said finally, too worked up to get more than three letters out. but that was enough, as his mouth latched back again on her pussy, and he heard her moan in pleasure and relief.

moments later, amelia’s release came in the shape of shaking legs and a scream that would echo in his apartment for weeks to come. he looked up to her while he kept on, determined to have her ride out her orgasm exactly in the same way she got it: completely stimulated and fully under him. her face wasn’t contorted in pleasure as he’d expect, she wasn’t tense. while her hands were behind her offering support and her head was tilted back, her jaw was relaxed albeit slightly open still, to release her orgasm verbally as well.

“oh… oh fuck… yes… oh ple-… oh... max!” her wave of pleasure started with his name rolling out of her tongue.

once he was sure that she was done, he gave her tit a gentle squeeze while removing his fingers and mouth from her pussy, reaching up and tilting her head forward with his thumb and index finger on her chin, forcing her to look at him. the gleam in her eyes was something entirely new and a smile started to lace her chapped lips. he brought his other hand up, smearing her juices over her mouth and before she could do anything about it, he kissed her. softly at first, but his hunger quickly caught on, still tasting her, not able to get just enough, hands roaming all over her body, from her neck to her back, to her arms on her sides, sliding over her stomach and brushing against her still sensitive breasts, earning him another small moan into his mouth.

“need a break?” he asked softly, not wanting to overwork her. they weren’t done. not yet.

amelia thought about it for a few seconds before begrudgingly saying yes. she needed to recharge, allow her sensitivity to go down before doing anything more. and she did look a bit dizzy, eyes unfocused and expression a bit blank, which was always a sign of a job well done.

happy with his success, max picked her up, letting her put her entire weight against him as her arms locked around his neck, face falling on his shoulder, legs dangling off on his sides with his hands underneath them. he carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on his bed.

not really wanting to leave her there, max climbed next to her and amelia didn’t waste any time intertwining her legs with his, bringing a hand to rest on his chest and her head right above his heart. as soon as she was comfortable, he laced an arm around her shoulders, keeping her close to him while they enjoyed the silence and the contact of skin against skin.

not a minute passed by before amelia’s hand started drawing intricate shapes on his chest, making her way to his abdomen and travelling lower, teasing along the line of his trousers. if she bothered to take a look, she’d see that there was no reason for any of that. he’d been hard way before they left the club, and she hadn’t allowed him a second of relief or flaccidity, continuing to drive him slowly but surely insane, teasing or not.

enjoying the attention, max closed his eyes and lost himself in the subtle sensation her hand created, hoping for more but not willing to spoil anything by asking for it.

amelia fumbled around his button and zipper for a bit, clumsily, but she made it as he heard the zipper being pulled down and his erection not being contained by the rough fabric anymore, just the elastic of his boxers.

she played with him- no, she toyed. fingertips grazed his balls, certainly enjoying how they responded to the slightest touch, before three fingers delicately gave his cock a few squeezes, pumping it ever so slightly above his underwear. she continued like his, having a bit of fun in her teasing, at how he twitched when she pulled away, at how he sucked his breath at the slightest pressure on his balls.

without exchanging a single word, her hand snaked in to his boxers and air got trapped in his throat at the contact.

she ran her hand across his cock, getting comfortable with its length before adjusting her fingers around it, getting comfortable with his width as well. and just like that, she started pumping. not too fast, not too slow, and certainly not too gentle. she knew exactly what she was doing, and that was keeping him on edge while she restored her batteries. and she was doing it very damn well. his breaths got heavier and he could swear that hers did too, as she played with his cock, fiery brown eyes searching for his.

“help me with this.” she whispered, tugging on his pants and boxers and max oblidged without a moment’s hesitation.

resuming their entangled state, he could feel the heat and (still) wetness of her pussy on his thigh as her leg was wrapped around his. that, along with her hand working on him was pure bliss. he brought his arm over her shoulders again, squeezing slightly whenever she hit just the right spot at just the right time, which was fairly often. each squeeze was met with a small movement of her hips, effectively grinding her pussy against his leg, adding to both their pleasure.

“aren’t you a little desparate?” max said with a smile, letting her know that he could feel her, but amelia didn’t grace him with a reply. instead, she pumped his cock harder and faster, while at the same time all wrapping her leg around his even more if that were possible, trying to grind against him a bit harder.

“are you ready to cum again?” he asked, breaking the silence again.

she didn’t grace him with a verbal response, nor had he expected her to. but she did look up at him, eyes wide and brow furrowed, bitting slightly her bottom lip, nodding a yes. all while showing her excitement through the motions of her hand on his cock.

“good.”

and that was all that was said. he moved his hands behind his head, enjoying the feeling of her fingers against him, pulling and tugging and rolling, exploring different speeds and techniques.

after a couple minutes her boredom was apparent. max had his eyes closed, fully relaxed, letting himself take everything he was feeling in as much as possible, so he couldn’t see her face; but her initial enthousiasm had worn off, her hands repeating the same patterns over and over again.

as he showed no signs of acknowledging her boredom, or help her do something about it, amelia took the next available option and climbed a little further down the bed, positioning herself between his legs.

first he felt her hot breath against his inner thigh, and then going a bit more over to the center. her tongue gave a small and subtle lick on his balls and the anticipation for more made him suck in a breath.

quickly, her mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock, warm and wet, saliva threatening to trickle down his length. not that he’d object. her full lips sucked on the head, tongue shyly darting around from time to time, reaching just where he needed her most. not long after, her hand joined in again, pumping whatever was left out of her mouth, providing rhythm that the rest of her body followed.

little by little her mouth started conquering more and more of him. and while she gagged at some point and pulled back a little, max couldn’t help but fill a small sting of pride that she tried and tested her limits for him. and then the rest of her plan started unraveling; her mouth left him for a few moments, quickly replaced by her hand now drawing larger motion to cover every centimetre possible, and her lips finding a new place: right on the base of his dick, sucking, suckling, licking all over and slowly but most certainly moving lower.

amelia started small again, but the change was sudden if not entirely unexpected: out of the blue, he was found with a single ball in her mouth, teeth carefuly placed around, cheeks sucking in ever so slightly while her tongue played all over. once she familiarized herself with what she was to do, amelia popped the second one in her mouth as well, and max opened his eyes. it wasn’t a voluntary move, far from it. but the sensation was entirely new, so shock plus the added visual of seeing amelia on her knees, ass up, back arched, face almost hidden by the cock in her hand, was enough to get him to wake up, even for just a few seconds.

he propped himself up, using his elbows to balace his body, curious to see her while this was happening- no. while she was doing this. his gaze was met by hers, warm eyes with a drunken and yet familiar glint over them. and they stayed like that for a bit; eyes locked, her mouth working wonders on him that he couldn’t explain, and his body trying to compensate, to breathe for one, sucking in one breath after the other.

max was first to back down from their impromptu staring contest, falling back yet again as his arms weren’t in any position to hold him up any longer. and as his head hit the pillow, her mouth left him.

that hadn’t been a rule, not one he’d enforced anyway. why would she stop? where would this go? maybe it was a cue that she’d set to herself, like a timer that neither of them knew when would go off.

“fuck!” had he said that out loud? didn’t matter. all that mattered was that he should have known, he should have been on top of this for no reason other than he needed more. amelia’s hand was still busy making its rounds around him, but at that point that just wasn’t enough. he needed her mouth. somewhere. anywhere.

she must have read his mind, heard his prayer, as her lips were again wrapped around him, taking in as much as possible, and max had trouble breathing again, air coming and going in short waves, matching the pleasure her tongue gave him. he couldn’t have known for how long that went on; all he knew was that he felt her sit up and his blood almost stopped cold. she couldn’t be that cruel.

and she wasn’t. she was quite the opposite actually, adding a second hand on the mix, reaching where her other one couldn’t, occasionally grabbing a handful of his balls again, giving them a gentle squeeze before going up again and down again, and up again and down again, and up again and down again in a tempo that max didn’t know, but didn’t care to either. all he cared about was that she kept this up, going in the same speed, giving the same strength, the same strokes for just a bit longer.

“not too long now.” he felt a whisper escape his dry lips. and while amelia gave him an encouraging wink that almost killed him on the spot, with her beautiful mouth simply wrapped around him and her hands running intricately along, she didn’t change a single thing, urging him to cum in her mouth like she’d done before. it wasn’t entirely new but never an unpleasant surprise. gods how he’d love to watch her swallow.

and that image was enough to take him over the edge, with a memory of her name and a curse leaving his throat as a whisper; max felt his toes curling and the muscles in his thighs tense up as release washed over him and a hand reached instictively up front, grabbing a fistful of hair and keeping her there until he was sure that every last drop went between her lips.

like clockwork, amelia didn’t disappoint. pumping ever so slightly to get him off his high gradually, softly and slowly she started backing up, releasing him from her mouth and finding his eyes, looking at him as all subtlety left her when she swallowed with a large gulp.

max pulled her in for a kiss, not knowning what else to do as his fantasy was exactly the same as the reality, and tasted a bit of him in her mouth, verifying that for as long as she was there, she was his. and that was all that mattered.

“fuck that was-”

“the best head you ever had?”

“definetely up there.” like hell would he give her the satisfaction.

amelia frowned, not very satisfied with the answer, but not pushing it any further, much to max’s surprise. he was sure she gave it her all, why not demand a bit more credit than that? and the look on her face, eyes looking down, the smallest crease forming on her brow and her lips pouted ever so slightly, he… he couldn’t take it.

“you’ll be my ruin.” he muttered as he grabbed her arm, forcing her to fall on him as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“so was it the best you ever had?”

“if it will get you to stop pouting, yes.” he chuckled but stopped as he saw her expression converting to a frown. “hey, don’t be like that. you were amazing. no one’s ever touched me like that, did you know that?”

her eyes lit up like a kid’s on christmas morning.

“yeah, and no one has made me cum not with what they were doing, but the thought of what would come after.” he continued. “you look so pretty with my cum in your mouth, baby.”

“was that so hard?” a tough facade tried to break through, but she still sounded so proud. “speaking of…” her eyes darted to his dick again. “how are you still hard?”

“how are you still wet?”

“that’s not the same!”

“oh so when i do this-” max ran a hand over her waist, with the most gentle contact of skin against skin, before clasping it over her cunt. “you don’t feel the electricity run through you?”

“more?”

instead of giving in or answering straight away, he pulled away, going all over to the foot of the bed.

“i want you to show me how you do it.”

“what?”

“you heard me. you want more? you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

amelia appeared shy, not very sure at what to do, how to sit. this was the first time he saw her not bursting with confidence, and max had to admit he kind of liked knowing he was the cause of that.

soon though, she just fell back right where he was sitting just a minute before, one hand slowly exploring her folds like it was the first time, and the other lightly tugging his sheets.

amelia was kind to herself, as she had been to him. slow, attentive, testing the waters before diving in head first, even though it was very clear that she knew what she liked and how to get it. she knew exactly which spot would make her breath hitch and when flicking her clit would make her clench her teeth and close her fist around the linens.

she got too comfortable though. and not that it was a bad thing in itself; on the contrary, it was amazing. but her legs were now obscuring max’s view. he couldn’t see her pussy, her body, her face. so he had to move up.

he came closer, leaning over her now, abandoning the role of the passive voyeur, as it wasn’t working out exactly as planned. but that didn’t matter. his new view gave him a great visual of everything, and the added bonus of being able to kiss her lightly (only to withdraw himself when her tongue darts over his lips) or give the slightest of attention to her nipples, enjoying the visible shivers that went down her spine, but still not giving her enough to make him an active participator.

her fingers were now moving furiously and yet again oh so rhythmically, rubbing her slick cunt. her neck was craned back, her hips were moving in small circles of their own, complementing her fingers, arching her back whenever they were raised from the mattress.

her breaths were once again begin to turn into moans, each lasting longer than the one before, until suddenly her hand lost all tempo, working now to bring her just over the edge with sheer force and nothing more.

sensing that she was close, max closed his teeth (almost) lightly over a nipple, to which amelia replied with a small scream, only seconds away.

“stop.” one very simple word. a suggestion, if you will. but she -again- didn’t listen. instead, she shot him a glare and kept her eyes on his as she continued, seemingly undisturbed.

he had to act fast, but that hadn’t been an issue in the past, and it most certainly wouldn’t be now.

without skipping a beat, max got both of amelia’s hands in his and locked them above her head, pinning her there, next to him. her brain was undoubtedly as confused as her body, which was convulsing, hips bucking against the air, trying for that release that never came. she was left whimpering, throbbing, ruined.

“what are you doing?”

“i told you to stop.”

“like i give a fuck, i wanna cum max, please!” and oh how he loved that plea rolling out of her tongue.

“i’m sorry baby, you don’t get to cum yet. i need to see you. push you. see where you break. i want to see how leaving you on the edge leaves you in control of your body. of your needs. how easy would it be to make you cum? would something like this-” he traced two fingertips down her slit and up again, with the weight and strength of a feather. “- be enough?”

“are you serious?”

“very. i want to see you squirm under me.”

“i’ll never be under you, baby. on top of you at best.”

“we’ll see about that. i mean, i could fuck you just like this…” and he proceeded to demonstrate.

one hand was tightly wrapped around a pair of wrists, keeping them in place above her head, while his body moved to be placed right between her still open legs.

“… and i could fuck you right now. and doesn’t that sound a bit more fun than just your fingers trying to help you go over the edge? don’t you like how much more everything feels, while trying to remember how my cock felt inside you” his voice was just a bit more than a growl in her ear, teeth toying with her earlobe, giving a noble fight against her earrings before giving up and trailing his lips long her jawline and her neck, feeling her blood rush and pump against them.

“besides, when else am i gonna get a chance to see you break underneath me?”

to accent his point, max lowered his head even more, reaching her chest and taking a nipple between his lips. amelia moaned loudly at the contact and her hips bucked again, meeting his along the way, and trying to grind against him, benefit from the friction.

“you look so cute when you try!”

“why do you want to break me? how?” there was no fear, no judgement. just pure curiosity.

“because i love seeing you like that. and at the moment, i enjoy knowing i’m the only one that can make you cum. “

“but… how?”

“how will i break you?”

nod.

“when you beg for it properly, you can have it.”

“but how will i know?”

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out, don’t you think?” his rhetorical reply should have been more than enough.

not really able to take much more of the anticipation himself, max made sure he still had both wrists locked in his right hand, while his left reached for the nightstand, fumbling for a condom in a drawer.

amelia opened her mouth to say something, probably to let her go and they could resume afterwards, but there was no way he’d do that. he didn’t trust her enough.

he ripped the packaging with his teeth, and rolled it down his very much still erect cock as carefully and correctly as possible with one hand. he’d definitely earned bragging rights for this.

“fuck!” came a curse from amelia. or max. or both at the same time, as he entered her and gave her a few seconds to adjust.

it took him everything he had to hold off those seconds and not start grinding or thrusting. feeling her wet (and just oh-so-right tight) pussy welcome him was the warmest welcome he could have hoped for and he intended to extend that as much as possible.

as soon as her contorted with surprise face returned to whatever could be considered normal under the circumstances, max wasted no time in moving, matching his thrusts to her breathing (or did she match her breaths to his thrusts?) and following an almost animalistic instinct that told him to go deeper and deeper until there wasn’t anything deeper for him to go to.

unless… an idea came to him and max wasted nothing more than a couple of seconds to ponder on the logistics of it, before taking action. with one hand still holding both her wrists over her head, he sat up a bit more straight and took her thigh to raise it and bring it to wrap around his body. not only this allowed him to feel more of her skin against his, softness and warmth second only to her pussy, but to actually position her in a way to help him deepen his thrusts inside her.

as soon as she realised what he was doing, amelia’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, right up until his movement actually went deeper, forcing her eyes to roll back before fluttering closed. a sound escaped her mouth that he didn’t quite recognize.

“does this hurt?”

“only in the best way possible!” came a reply wrapped around a chuckle.

if pain is what she wanted, he was more than happy to deliver. cautiously, of course, as his hand ensured that her leg was secure around him and moved lower, in rough motions, kneading her skin before reaching her ass and placing a loud and definitely stinging slap across her cheek, the sound of the contact almost covering her moans, which came to a sudden halt, as she drew a long breath.

eyes opened wide and bore into his, a smirk forming on her lips as if to taunt him for taking this long. but max couldn’t deal with that right now. the way she clenched around him and how while his hand had moved away from her ass, he could still feel it under his fingertips. it would be hard to find a momentum that would allow him to repeat that without losing tempo, but he was willing to put in the work, if it meant seeing that look on her face and have her body react like that; hips bucking ever so slightly, back arching, aching for more. eyes glazed over in a cloud of lust, as if everything until that moment had been foreplay. which, to her defence, it had been, strictly speaking.

they continued like that for a few minutes (there was no way he could tell the time or count the actual seconds he’d spent enjoying the wetness of her cunt around him, her rhythmic moans and her ass on his hand), but soon, it all got too repetitive. he needed something new. and so, he released her hands, which earned him a raised eyebrow.

“don’t you dare touch yourself.” came a warning in a tone that was more like an animalistic, guttural growl than actual human sounds.

in a swift movement, he rolled her over to her back, as if she weighed nothing, enjoying the fractions of the second that her body bounced on his mattress. max took a while to admire the woman beneath him, her ruined hairdo now falling in imperfect strands over her shoulders and back, how perfectly proportionate and symmetrical the curve of her waist looked from there, until his gaze reached his favourite part: her ass. perfectly rounded, curved, pert, just waiting for his hand to leave a mark -or multiple- and he intended to do just that.

max barely recognised an urge to bite on the supple skin, before he found himself attacking. god she turned him into an animal and he loved every second of it. bite turned to sucking, turned to pulling away and awarding amelia with another slap, aiming at both their pleasure, not really regulating how much strength he applied, until a shriek brought him forcefully to reality.

his vision unblurred in an instant and he could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped his sheets with all her might.

“too much?” he asked, instantly worried he didn’t test that limit before going too far.

“mmhmm.” came a not-exactly verbal reply and max instantly plopped on the pillow next to amelia, taking in her face, trying to decypher her expression. “you’re good pretty boy, no need for the puppy eyes. just a bit less power next time, huh? now where were we… oh right! i need to cum. will you do something about it, or will you keep staring at me until i cum all over my fingers?”

he admired how easy it was for her to hit a limit and go back to business immediately, as if nothing ever happened. but his admiration wouldn’t last very long, as her words sank in. no way would he let her do that.

but before anything, since he had her face so close again, he needed to kiss her, feel her lips against his, her tongue which was all too familiar by now, in his mouth. and it took just that, a simple yet passionate kiss to bring everything back; his need to see her come entirely undone right before his eyes, ideally with his cock filling her up. she would break and he’d put her back together again.

he pulled away and resumed his position on top of her, amelia still laying on her stomach, leaving an exquisite view that max didn’t mind getting reacquainted with, given the addition of his handprint bright red on her asscheek. without wasting much time, he grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him just a little bit, and then raising them so that she’d be on all fours. almost by instinct and immediately, amelia fixed herself to arch her back, spread her legs just enough to give him access to all of her. she was playing with him and they both knew it. and that was almost okay, as long as max continued to have the last say in her orgasm. at that moment, that’s all that mattered.

one hand still gripping roughly and tightly at her hip, the other got busy, teasing her entrance with his dick, playing around just a little bit, until he heard a frustrated sigh and then some more, before entering her again, slowly this time. almost painfully slow, even for his standards. but that was okay, because their unified sigh of relief as soon as there was nothing more to reach was a small bit of heaven on earth.

finding just the right tempo again, max played a little with deeper thrusts, a bit of variety in his motions, before gradually picking up the pace. somewhere around three quarters of his intended speed, he heard amelia whimper. not moan, not sigh, properly whimper.

he slowed down his pace, so the contact of his hips with her ass wouldn’t obscure the tiny noises that escaped amelia.

“i need to touch, can i please touch, i need to rub” came a rambling from her already open lips.

she was trying, he had to give her that, but it wasn’t exactly what he was going for.

“care to be a bit more specific, love?” each word came after a carefully deep thrust.

“can i please please please rub my clit? i need to come.”

“oh is this what you need?” he asked and freed one hand from her hip to find her gloriously wet all over cunt and give her pussy a few gentle, clockwise rubs.

“yes!”

“yes what?”

“yes please?”

“that’s a good girl.” he smirked, fingers still moving almost absentmindedly on her most sensitive area, cock still enjoying the sings of desparation inside her. “you get ten seconds. if you can do it by then, great. if not, we’ll try again later, okay? and i’ll also need you to count out loud for me, yes baby?”

her countdown was perfect, but didn’t grant amelia the release she craved, just another trip to the edge and back, frustration now very evident. she was close to achieving both their goals; cumming and breaking. she could feel it, and so could he.

“that was great baby, we just needed a little bit more, didn’t we?” how max could talk to calmly while inside her was above him. in an entirely new state, amelia turned her head to face him, nodded furiously and bit her bottom lip.

fuck, she was almost irresistable. almost.

max continued pounding in her in relative silence, grunts and moan of pleasure escaping him, but more than the feeling of her pussy clenching around him, he enjoying the sounds he elicited from her in all forms she could give him, deeps breaths, moans of pleasure, groans of unsatisfaction, pleading whimpers and most of all, small gasps.

confident that his grip on her hips would leave small bruises of his fingertips and a couple scratches as a reminder of their time together, max reached to grab one handful of hair and one handful of amelia’s breast, trapping her nipple between his fingers, enjoying her sounds as it rolled between them with each squeeze and tug.

a few more seconds (or minutes, who could really tell?) of that, plus his consistent contact with her now almost constantly contracting walls, was was did the trick and amelia looked again at him, warm brown eyes now melting, as the rest of her was, and one whimper turned into a sob.

“ple- please max. i need it.” she exhaled and a tear welled up until it rolled down her flushed cheek.

“you’ve been so good for me. do you want to do it, or should i rub your perfect little pussy until you cum all over my cock?”

“you.” came a sigh of relief and max didn’t waste a single moment. he let go of his tight pull on her hair, his other hand still busy with her breast and started rubbing her, slowly and softly, but picking up his pace fast.

amelia released a cry as she convulsed around him and her hands couldn’t hold her up anymore, collapsing on the pillow below her, legs shaking violently. max continued thrusting in her, finally giving way to feel his own much delayed orgasm building up and exploding a few seconds after amelia was laying beneath him, still moaning and trying to grind against him, ride out the last out of her orgasm along with his.

“you feel so good around me, amelia.” max mumbled as soon as words came back to him, sensations too big and lasting for too long to allow any room for thought. “fuck…” he muttered as he was finally pulling out of her, and collapsing next to her on the bed.

he rolled out the condom and tied it to prevent further mess before tossing it across the room with what little strength he had left. as soon as his hands were free, he opened his arms and he felt her warm body fit against his perfectly in an instant.

“so, could i handle you?”

“you did okay.” she gave him a warm smile, snuggling against his chest. she wore the warmest smile he’d ever seen on her face, which glowed dispite her ruined make up. or because of it. she wouldn’t give him anything more than an ‘okay’ and he knew it. but he could see it was more than just that.

“i’ll take that as a compliment. you look pretty with your makeup all fucked up.”

“proud of yourself?”

“very.”

“you look hot, all sweaty and hair messed up.”

“was that a genuine comliment?”

“just stating a fact.”

“you think i’m hot.” he beamed.

“no, i’m here because of your extensive knowledge on ancient rome’s plumbing system.” she laughed and he joined her in a most serene moment.

“proud of yourself?” max repeated her question back to her, effectively blaming amelia for his current state.

“very.”

and then, silence. not an awkward one, in fact it was one of the most comfortable silences max could ever endure. but there was something, a question, that burned on his lips more than the feeling of hers against them, if that were possible.

“want to spend the night?”

“mmhmm.” was all he got before she snuggled in even closer, head against his chest while her hand toyed with his dirty blond hair.

a smile laced max’s lips as he caressed her face, enjoying her content expression and flushed cheeks, the hint of a smile toying her mouth.

he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and stayed with her until warm sunbeams softly caressing his face through his curtains woke him up. amelia wasn’t there. in his arms, in his house. the only trace of her was her scent in his sheets. and that was okay. that was how it should have been.

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