I Am Reaching A Part Of My Story Featuring Flashback. I Am Asking For A Advice.

I am reaching a part of my story featuring flashback. I am asking for a advice.

Should the flashback be from first person perspective as is happening in real time or past tense as the narator remince of the events that happened?

depending on the context of the flashback, but generally I'd write it in past tense. If you are doing a formatting switch like italics to write the flashback in that might work too...you just want something to let the audience know it's a flashback and not the current storyline.

third person is my personal favorite to write in for flashbacks, but whatever you like best! try writing a couple versions and pick your favorite.

(also check out my blog @pygmi-says-hi for most of my writing advice!)

gone too long

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Prompt: Masturbation

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some angst (im sorry), masturbation, pillow humping, panty sniffing, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.2k

A/N: probably too long and emotional for kinktober but its my first time so bear with me please

You’ve been away for almost a week now. Steven tried to be good, he tried but it’s been so hard without you. He goes to bed alone, hard, surrounded by your scent and wakes up the same way.

He spends hours in the night writhing around in bed. He can’t sleep anymore, you always used to get him off after he came home from work and again before bed to help him sleep but now he just spends his time missing you, squeezing his throbbing cock, and crying for you as he palms himself to the edge of orgasm, unallowed to get himself over the edge.

He wakes up in more pain than when he went to sleep. His dreams are all about you, some sexual, some domestic, but they all make him hard. He cries for you some more before starting a painfully cold shower and setting off for the day. 

 If you were coming home tomorrow it’d be a different story. Steven would’ve stayed good, he would’ve waited for you, but he’s had a particularly hard day today, and amid all the commotion he forgot that you wouldn’t be there to comfort him. He’s thinking about you the entire bus ride home but it never clicks. He thinks about how he’ll stop you from cooking and order takeout, he’ll ask you to ride him as you guys wait, he’ll make sure you take it slow, savoring the way you guys feel together, how your bodies mold into one another perfectly. 

He fattens up in his pants as he unlocks the front door, he swears he can hear the TV on inside. He thinks about how you’ll tell him all about whatever new show you’ve found while he undresses you. 

He’s met with the most hollow feeling when he opens his door and reality stabs straight into his heart. 

Tears well in his eyes as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He keeps breathing slowly as he takes his shoes off, and as he puts his coat up. He starts breathing out through his mouth when the hollow feeling doesn’t leave, he keeps it up as he unpacks his bag, setting everything back in its proper place for the weekend, and he starts up a pot of tea. It’s all futile though, because his tears come pouring out the moment he sits on the bed, your faint scent gets pushed out of the cushioning and the hollow feeling becomes part of his bones. 

He can’t even function for the rest of the night, he turns the stove off through his watery gaze and buries himself in the blankets. Surrounding himself in your scent as he cries himself to sleep. 

He’s soft and sensitive when he wakes up, a state you know how to handle perfectly. But you’re not home. He has his usual morning delirium as he reaches out for you, reality slapping him as he feels your cold side of the bed. 

He rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in your pillow- the only thing on the bed that still smells like you. 

Three more days. 

His cock is already twitching against the mattress as he huffs your scent, he whines at the stimulation. He wants to be a good boy. You asked him to wait for you, you said he could touch himself but you wanted his balls full for you. But you must not have understood how hard this would be for him. His hips are already grinding into the mattress. 

She won’t find out. Can’t. She’s not here.

He reaches out blindly for your side dresser, knowing you keep spare underwear in there. He feels something a bit hard and his head raises quickly to see what it is. His cock spasms at the sight. 

His mind flashes back to two weeks ago. One night, you and Marc were a little too drunk and way too needy. He pulled your panties to the side, fucked you, and let you soak it in your juices as he came over your stomach. He was too tired to clean you up so Steven took over after Marc fell asleep. You were sleeping so in an attempt to cause less of a commotion he just threw your panties in this drawer. He must’ve forgotten to get rid of it. 

Fuck. 

His hand is shaking as he brings it up to his face. There are dried white streaks of your arousal running all over the crotch, a small circle of it from where your pussy cried for him. He can’t help but moan at the sight and brings the fabric to his nose. It still smells like you, like her. His tongue is darting out to taste it before his brain has even finished processing your smell. His cock spurts out loads of pre-cum into his briefs as he starts to thrust against the bed again. He pushes your pillow down to his crotch with one hand as the other holds your old, dried panties to his face.

He feels so dirty as he does this, almost disgusted with himself but pleasure clouds his mind over as he feels the softness of your pillow on his pulsing dick. It’s comparable to how your pussy feels to him, not as warm and nowhere near as wet but just as soft.

He’s face first on the bed, your panties directly over his face the way your pussy would be, his tongue prodding at where your pretty little hole should be. He’s groaning out your name in half sobs, wishing you were here, wishing you were the one touching him because as good as this all feels… you still feel so much better. 

He feels the molten pleasure work its way up his spine, he feels his balls begin to throb with the load they’ve prepared. He feels it coming, he can feel how much there’ll be and a pang of guilt that he’s not saving it for you. He knows how much you love when he fills you up, how whiny you get when you’re packed full of his load, how you mutter his name on repeat, begging him to fill you up. 

But the thought just works him further to the edge, he can feel his muscles tighten as his dick starts to pulse, he feels relief just out of reach, and a small guilty smile spreads over his face at how good this is going to feel. His mind races through scenes of you, unable to choose one to cum to, your name rests on the tip of his tongue as his hips stutter into the pillow one last time before

nothing happens.

He can feel his orgasm at the tip of his cock, right there and he wants you. He forms scene after scene in his head of how many different ways you’ll touch him when you get back. He thinks about how many times you’ll make him cum, how you’ll coo over his overfilled, swollen balls, how you’ll apologize to him as you fuck him into oblivion but nothing gets close to how he feels when your hands are on him. He needs you.

The realization is accompanied by a teary whimper of your name into the pillow.

The teary whimper is followed by an angelic sound of “Steven?”

His head snaps up and he’s scrambling out of bed before he can rationalize the fact that you’re not supposed to be home for another four days. 

But you’re actually here. 

You’re smiling at him as you place your coat on the rack, your boots already off and eyebrows raised as you wait for him to make his way over to you. He’s standing in the doorway frozen. He thinks he’s lost it, that he was right, all these days without you did drive him insane. 

I told her this would happen. 

His eyes well with tears as he tries to will himself to see the truth. His fists are bunching at his sides, angry at the hope he felt when he thought he heard you calling his name, having already been riled up at his futile attempt at relief. 

You’re growing concerned under his indecipherable stare. “Steven?” He gasps and his eyes widen. You approach him slowly and cautiously, worried at this odd reaction. He takes a hesitant step toward you and gasps at the small amused smile that blooms on your lips. 

“Are you okay, Stevie? I wanted to surprise you but you seem-” You pause to look him up and down, finally taking him all in and noticing the bulge and wet patch in his pants. Your expression changes from shock to sultry disappointment. “You seem like you’ve been bad.”

His eyes are still wide and watery. “Are you really here?”

Your mask drops with a sad smile. “Of course I am, baby. Did you miss me that much?” He envelopes you in a hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a shaky groan. 

“I m-missed you so much. I’ve been good.” He’s already got that distant, airy, aroused tone as he speaks. “I didn’t cum. I- ” He’s started to grind against you already, his bulge pressing itself into your thigh over and over as he grips your shoulders. He’s moved to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your conditioner. “I wanted to- I tried.” 

His voice breaks at the end and you can’t stand it anymore. You grab the hair on the back of his head and roughly work him to your lips, relishing in the loud moan that breaks from his throat as your lips meet his. He’s trying to lick into your mouth immediately and you let him, you’ve missed the way he tastes. Only, when his tongue presses into yours, he tastes different… something familiar but it’s not him. You pull away confused and Steven’s lips chase yours with a whine. You have to hold his face away from yours to get his attention. 

“Steven, what is that?” He’s too delirious to understand what you’re asking, he just tilts his head like a puppy. You try not to let your endearment show through, attempting to be stern. “What’s that taste?” You can see his recognition flash over his face as he realizes what you’re asking but he starts shaking his head slowly and pulling you back in. “It’s just you, darling.”

You let him kiss you as you process, his words paired with the vaguely familiar taste let it click. You’re moaning into his mouth and pressing your thigh back into his weeping cock, earning a grateful moan from him. 

You walk him back to the bedroom desperately. You’ve been yearning for him as much as he has for you. You spent nights rolling around in bed, clit pulsing for him, unsatisfied with your ministrations. You tried fingering yourself but your fingers were nowhere near as long or as thick as his, you couldn’t hit the same spots he could. You tried. You push him onto the bed with a grunt and notice a pair of undies where your pillow should be. Confusion flies over your face before you look back at Steven, noticing his red face.

‘I tried’ 

The memory of what Steven said earlier finally makes sense to you. It also explained his desperate, disheveled state, why he was leaking and yearning for you. 

Arousal shoots between your legs like a jolt of electricity as you picture the scene; Steven grinding against- your pillow it seems- as he sniffed and licked at your panties. 

That’s why my taste was on his tongue…

Steven’s face is still burning red, looking anywhere but at you, as his hips uncontrollably twitch up for you, it brings a fond smile to your face. You take off your pants, matching him in your bottoms, and place yourself on his clothed bulge with a moan. You meant to tease him but it was already affecting you more than you anticipated. His hips are already thrusting into yours, his hands on your hips to hold you- press you down into him. He’s moaning out for you, whining about how good you feel but still trying to hide his face in his shoulder.

You give in and swivel your hips against him, earning a whole new level of volume from Steven. His hands aren’t just resting on your hips, they’re running all over your body wildly, grabbing and groping anything he comes across. You lean down to his ear and begin your questioning.

“So what are m- shit. What are my panties d-doing over here, S-Steven?” His name accidentally comes out as a moan as he drags your clit right over the tip of his dick. He’s not even looking at you, his eyes are fixed on where he’s rubbing you against himself, the way his tip dips into your soft skin and leaves streaks of his pre all along the fabric. His jaw is dropped open and little pants make their way past his wet lips. 

You can see this feral look in his eyes that you’ve never witnessed. He’s told you drunkenly how badly he craves you but you’ve never actually seen it, you’ve never really believed him. Like this, though? You can see what he was talking about. You can tell that he’s zeroed in on how good you’re making him feel, you don’t think he even heard you, too entranced with how he’s moving you along his cock. 

Your pussy clenches at the thought and he can feel it. He falls back against the bed with a groan before propping himself up on his elbows to pull you both back against the headboard. He whimpers at the momentary loss of friction but smiles once he can collapse onto the board while still staring at you. His hands come back to grip your hips, upset that you’ve stopped moving your hips without his help but you stop him. You lean forward on him, pressing most of your weight on his tip, he gasps and grips your arms with a moan. “Please! Oh Gods-”

You silence him with a short kiss, pulling away before he’s satisfied. He starts to mumble pleas to you again but your finger is pressed into his lips, he licks them, tasting your finger in the process and moaning at the taste of your skin. “Stevie…” You pause and he sighs at the sound of his name on your lips. “Did you use my underwear to get off?”

His eyes widen and dart to where they lay, exposed on the bed. You feel his cock twitch under you and you have to bite your lip to hold in a whine at the way it rubbed over your clit. He’s embarrased but turned on at the fact that he thought you’d never find out but you still did. The way that he could never hide anything from you, the way you don’t seem upset at the fact you caught him.

“I needed you so b- bad an’ you- an’ everything smells like you. I- I’m sorry.” He drops his head onto your shoulder as his hips slowly grind into you. “ ‘M sorry, alrigh’?” His accent gets heavier as he grinds into you more deliberately. “I just- I jus’ -oh I needed you so b-bad.” He whimpers into your neck, trying to muffle himself in there. You’re lost in the feeling, in his words as he humps his cock into you. He’s kissing along your neck, sometimes just licking at your sweat and moaning at the taste. His hips were starting to twitch and stutter into yours, his moans pitched up and his hands began to bruise into your skin. “I’m-”

You lift off of him. “No- Wh-y? P-please.” You ignore his plea and pull your shirt and underwear off as he scrambles to do the same. “Are we gonna-?” You smile at him softly and prepare for your confession. 

“I couldn’t get off without you, Steven.” You shift your weight nervously as he just stares at you. “I- My fingers aren’t enough anymore.” You whine at him and his cock jumps, leaking onto the sheets as he reaches out for you. He pulls you into a kiss and fumbles to take your bra off. He lets you climb over him again and moans into your mouth as you line him up with your soaked hole. “Put it in. Put it in- shit. P- put- ” He’s cut off by both your moans as you sink onto him. 

“Fuck I can t-tell your- fuck.” He whines out as you as you squeeze around him. “Your little fingers aren’t enough t’properly stretch you f’me hm?” His eyes roll back and his eyebrows draw inward as you grind onto his cock. You try to keep a steady pace but his tip is slamming right into your G-Spot, pressing into it no matter what he does, no matter how you move. Your legs give out halfway through a thrust and your body slams down onto him. He groans your name and hugs your body close, planting his feet on the mattress and fucking into you slowly.

“S’it too much?” You moan his name into his ear and his cock jumps inside you. “Fuck I’m-mm” His words get drawn into a whine as his thrusts slowly lose rhythm. Your pussy begins to clench on him, arousal coiling in your stomach at the telltale signs that he’s gonna cum. Steven’s hand comes to cradle your head into his neck, stoking your hair softly and whispering soft assurances and begs for you to cum around him. 

“‘M right here. I’ll take care of ‘ye, keep you nice an’ safe. C’mon. Give it t-to me.” Your orgasm explodes inside you like a solar flare. It bursts in your stomach and ripples throughout your whole body, moans are shoved from your mouth, almost deafening Steven with their volume and pitch but they only push him over the edge. His cock twitches violently inside you before releasing a torrent of cum. He tries to stay semi-calm as his orgasm crashes over him, his stomach won’t stop tensing under you and his mouth can’t shut. He can’t hold any of his moans in as his balls empty themselves inside you. 

He feels like it’ll never end, he’s at his peak for what feels like years. He can hear you distantly whining about how full you feel, about how much he’s filling you up. His hips have a mind of their own as he ruts into you pathetically, doing anything he can to prolong his euphoric high. He feels tears spring to his eyes, unable to believe that you could make him feel so good. He feels your lips over his mouth that’s propped open on a silent moan. He’s panting out whines down your throat as you whisper praises to him.

“W- It won’t stop. It- f-feels so go-od” He’s gasping at you as he speaks, his entire body shaking as his cock spurts out more ropes into you. You’re leaking all over his thighs, unable to hold all the cum he’s pumping into you. He moans out your name one last time before his body goes limp, and his cock finally stops spitting into you. He’s incoherent for quite some time, fading in and out of consciousness. 

He always whines out for you when he wakes up, sniffing and huffing until some part of you comes in contact with him. Once it does he’s pulling you into a crushing hug and doesn’t let go for at least another hour.

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Tailor Made

summary: reader is a costume designer for the Lennox House club, and Blue needs a new suit.

blue jones x reader

no smut, fluff, tension, pining, blue being blue, suggestive content but nothing explicit.

pro tip - highly recommend listening to tailor asmr or ambient asmr

He needed a new suit. Gorski had a theme for the performance tonight, and the suit jacket he had wasn't quite the right shade of red. Usually, Blue didn't wear his suits more than once, but he'd keep the ones he liked.

Sighing, he pulled on his undershirt and slacks and waltzed towards the fitting rooms. Tedious, tedious, he griped, to fuckin' stand there and pretend to be interested while the elderly seamstress held up different fabrics. He couldn't even smoke.

Blue rapped his knuckles on the door and shoved it open, snapping to get somebody's attention. The hanging racks were glimmering with the finished costumes for the girls tonight.

Cabernet red with gold and pearls. Apparently his suit was 'Merlot' and that wasn't the same.

"Bullshit," he grumbled, adjusting his collar. The designer, who, come to think of it, he'd never known the name of, walked stiffly over and looked him up and down.

"What?" She said flatly, "I'm in the middle of sewing fifty ruffled skirts, it's gonna have to wait."

Blue's jaw ticked. He never liked her attitude. "I don't like waiting," he snapped, "I need a jacket and a pocket square. Cabernet red," he added, like he gave a fuck.

The woman sighed, checking her watch for dramatic effect, and nodded to the back. "You'll be fitted with Darling. Now get out of my shop," she ordered. Blue curled his lip, smacking her ass as he passed. The nerve of that woman. He should have replaced her.

Darling. He didn't remember a Darling. Hopefully she was faster than her boss - she couldn't spend less than an hour just taking measurements.

"Hey," he called into the next room, "I need a-"

oh.

"Hello," he purred, looking at the girl standing over a pile of silk. He'd never seen you before. You stared at him, frozen like a deer in headlights. Your expression was wary, lips pinched and hands curled protectively over your chest.

"You must be Darling, yes?" His hooded eyes appraised you slowly, examining every lock of hair. You nodded slowly.

'Have...have I done something?" You asked quietly, eyes large and dewy. Oh, you'd be fun.

"Hm..." he pretended to think about it, reveling in the way your lips began to tremble.

"No. But I do need a jacket, so let's get to it," he grinned, clicking his tongue. You were very well behaved, obediently gathering your things and flicking through a large binder.

"I'll have to measure you," you said softly, "this shouldn't take long." You hovered your hands over his wrists, waiting for permission. He inclined his chin and you raised his arm to get the length of his torso.

"You've got manners," he noted, lips twitching. You nodded bashfully, murmuring thanks. Blue watched you delicately wrap the tape around his chest, then shoulders. Your fingers were light and gentle.

He'd like to fuck you.

But this game was fun, watching you flit around and look at him with your doe eyes. He was tempted to ask for two jackets, just for an excuse to watch you. If he sharpened his tone just enough, you'd reel away and school yourself demurely, then continue with another air of obedience.

Like a little bunny, Blue thought with a chuckle. You were fitting his collar, lips pinched in focus, when he couldn't resist the urge to stroke your cheek.

You froze, hands stuck on his lapels. You didn't move away, rigid with terror. He preened with the effect he had.

"Scared, bunny?" he murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He paused, thumb caressing the shell. The soft sugary smell of your soap was enticing, and he leaned closer.

Your swallow was audible. "No, Mr. Jones," you whispered. He grinned, teeth glittering in the low light.

"Blue, please," he drawled, patting your cheek and leaning back. He could see the relief on your face, your shoulders slumping and a slow exhale from your rigid posture. That was good. You were being very good - he had a mind to make you a role model for the dancers. In these days he could hardly keep them in line. It was a relief to know he hadn't lost his touch.

You nodded dutifully and finished his measurements. His jacket was done in two hours, as he watched greedily from the corner. He was content to watch you all night, the way your curves showed through the drape of your dress. Everything about you was soft and innocent and he so wanted to grab a handful and break

No. No, he didn't want to break you. Then he couldn't play anymore. But he did want a taste. You would occasionally make eye contact with him, and he'd do a little smirk. As the hours went on, you got more and more relaxed, coming up to him with a question or comparing velvet to crushed velvet.

While your melodic voice was explaining the different colors, he was not listening at all. Frankly, he didn't care what color it was, they all looked the same. But he'd stand there all fuckin' night if it meant you'd keep talking and absently touching his back.

He was vaguely disappointed when you finished. You draped the coat over over his shoulders and nodded, straightening his tie and smiling to yourself. Blue stuffed his hands in his pockets to refrain from grabbing your face and kissing you stupid.

The show would start in an hour, so he slipped out, grinning like a fox. He liked his new toy.

And he played with you any chance he got. Did he need a new suit three times a week? No. Did he go to get fitted three times a week? You bet your ass he did.

It was by the eighth visit that you'd begun to enjoy your appointments. He could see it in your eyes, the sparkle that would appear when he sauntered through the door. The flinching had stopped and your voice was stronger. He'd touch you innocently, but inside he was purring with pride.

He could do whatever he wanted and you'd obey without question.

Blue was admiring your ass in a skirt when he realized you'd asked him a question.

"Hm?" he asked, still glued to your supple legs.

"Do you want a matching tie or not?"

What he really wanted was to run his mouth all over you and shove you in his pocket so he didn't have to share. Fuck the tie. Better yet, fuck him.

"Sure, honey," he said, folding his arms. "Whatever you think."

You'd smiled at him that time.

The next time, though, was different. The door, for one, was locked when he arrived. Already in a bad mood, Blue knocked firmly. He was, to his knowledge, the only one who went to you. Were you out?

"Darling," he called through the door.

It creaked open to reveal you with pincushion in hand. And another man with his back to the door. Blue slowly looked between you. You recognized the dark glimmer in his eyes and shrank away.

"No, don't hide, pet," he cooed, patting your cheek. His gaze was still stabbing the new guy in the back.

"Who's your friend?"

The man turned and averted his gaze respectfully. He was in his undershirt, presumably getting a new button-down. Blue had never been undressed that far. You looked away when his sleeves were rolled above his elbows.

Ah, so a special friend. Blue grinned, all teeth and malice. "I don't think we've met," he seethed, grip tightening on your face. Your lips wobbled.

The man straightened. "I'm a new patron," he said airily, "Madame Gorski recommended your little tailor here. Pretty thing, ain't she?"

Blue's fist cracked across his nose, sending him into the wall. You clapped your palm over your mouth and squeezed your eyes shut. You knew his temper was out of control.

The man howled, steadying himself against the wall in time for Blue to grab his neck and shove him out the door. "I don't wanna see you again," he growled, "not near her and not without me."

He slammed the door shut, chest heaving. The adrenaline of his scuffle sent his heart racing. Blue rolled his shoulders, trying to shake himself of the hot rage burning his veins.

He'd been so naive to think you'd be well behaved forever. Breathing deeply, he turned to face you, grin sharp as a blade. You were cowering in the corner.

"I thought this was an exclusive establishment," he said softly, anger bubbling under the surface. "I thought we had an arrangement." You were trying to press yourself into the scraps of satin as he stalked closer, hands flexing. You were mumbling apologies, breaths getting faster and faster.

His toes were touching yours, looking down in contempt. Your large eyes were teary and shaken.

"Poor little Darling," he pouted in false sympathy, "got a little greedy, didn't she?" You shook your head violently. Blue raised his eyebrow and nodded slowly.

"Yes," he said sternly, "yes she did." Catching his venomous tone, you slowly corrected yourself, nodding uncertainly. He smirked.

"Say it, bunny."

"I was greedy," you stuttered, trying to steady your voice. He leaned closer, dark eyes narrowed.

"What was that? Don't be rude, sugar, I know you have manners."

"I-I was greedy, Mr. Jones." Your cheeks were hot with shame and glittering tears ran tracks down your face. He cocked his head, dangerous gaze still locked on you.

"Will it happen again?"

You shook your head again, sniffling.

"From the top." He sat back pridefully, gloating in your embarrassment. Hiccupping, you wiped your eyes.

"I-I was greedy, Mr. Jones, i-it won't happen again," you said, keeping your chin up. You bit your lip against another sob, looking to him for approval.

"Good girl," he murmured, patting your face. "Not so hard, huh?" He leaned closer like one might approach a feral cat, still stroking your cheek. "No more tears, honey," he wiped them from under your eyes. "Don't stain the silk."

You nodded apologetically, avoiding his gaze. Gently, he angled your chin up to look at him. If it had been any other girl, he'd have you on your knees, but the hardwood would bruise you. Doll-like in your appearance, he was afraid to break you.

"You've done such a lovely job, darling," he murmured, leaning in to inhale your soap. That jittery shyness was shining through again, and he rubbed your shoulder caringly. "Don't be shy now, you were making such progress."

You looked at him imploringly, searching for the hidden meaning. Finding his eyes glassy and soft, you leaned in. Blue felt a rush of pride at your compliance, petting your hair and kissing your jaw. The cold metal of his jewelry warmed against your heated skin. His hands were rough in contrast to your dewy complexion. As his attention continued, the apprehension slowly left your body. Your head was tucked into his shoulder. Your eyes were soft and sleepy, completely at his mercy.

"Lay on my lap, darling," he whispered, arranging your legs over his. He was throbbing with need but the moment felt too delicate to pop just yet. Fabric rustled under his legs as you moved, trying to get comfortable.

"Did...did you need something?" you whispered into his collar. "I thought you wanted something to wear."

Blue traced your shoulder blades thoughtfully. "Mmm, I might've," he pondered, "but I think I prefer this." With great control, he gently patted your ass. It was too much. The vanilla smell was everywhere, and you were completely without restraint. He could do whatever he wanted...

Don't break her yet, he reminded himself, sucking a mark into your neck. You keened and sat closer, giving him access to your neck.

His gaze darkened. Later.

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teehee time for my weekly reread of this series!!

was just. hit. with a thought. you and anselm going down on blue at the same time, but one of you sucks his cock while the other eats him out, thrusting into his hole with your tongue. wanna make blue scream and cry from the pleasure (again)😵‍💫

I... I... shaking. This one sure did get away from me. (Thank you so much this thought is just *chef's kiss*)

Trine [3]

Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Part One • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info

Summary: Blue wakes up after the events of Anselm's dinner party.

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Warnings: errrrrrrr, reader is married to Anselm, Anselm refers to reader as ‘my love’, Blue sort of being in subspace again, blow jobs, sixty nine, face fucking, ass eating, anal fingering, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, hand jobs, cumming on someone’s face, cream pie, begging, teasing, edging, not full blown choking but like squeezing someone’s neck during sex, Anselm being a little naughty consent wise - so I’m gonna say dubious consent, cum eating, dacryphilia, Blue really being in subspace, Blue being upset (he thinks he’s let reader down, he hasn’t)

Word Count: 4743

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The morning light sneaking through a gap in the curtains woke Blue. The angle perfect to get right in his eyes. 

He sat up slowly, his muscles aching pleasantly. 

He remembered the evening with you and Anselm, the warm bath and kisses after. A light meal and snuggled up pressed between you both in bed as he drifted off to sleep. 

The bed was now empty. 

Slowly he got up. He took the thin linen dressing gown (dark blue) from a hook on the door and put on the pair of slippers (also dark blue) by the bed. Where his clothes were from yesterday, he had no idea. 

There was a little thud of anxiety in his heart as he made his way downstairs. If you were both out, surely you would have-

“Mr Jones?” 

He jumped, turning quickly to face the butler who had apparently appeared from nowhere. 

“Mr and Mrs Vogelwide are in the second dining room.” 

“Right… thank you.” He paused, realising he had no idea where the dining room was let alone a second one.

His eyes lingered on Blue for a second. “I’ll show you the way.” 

Blue nodded and followed a step behind. Heat rose to his face. What must this man think? What thoughts were running around in his mind? Did he wonder why Blue was walking around in very obviously just a dressing gown? Did he know? Did he care? 

Suddenly Blue realised how low the neckline of the dressing gown really was, exposing the bites and sucked on bruises that littered his skin. He pulled at the material, trying to force it higher without loosening the belt. 

The butler stopped and knocked on the wooden doors before opening them for Blue.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime sir.” He closed them the moment Blue set foot in the room. 

It was a fair size, like the parlour, and further into the heart of the house. It was also more lived in, homely. Blue supposed that these were the rooms you and Anselm preferred to use yourself or with those closest to you. Leaving the large grandiose spaces for entertaining many guests, or gentle intimidation. 

You were both sitting next to each other at the dining table, a variety of breakfast foods before you. 

“Good morning.” Anselm smiled.

“Don’t you look absolutely ravishing in that robe?” You grinned, jumping up from your seat and walking over to him. 

“Absolutely.” Anselm echoed. 

“Thank you,” Blue smiled, all his insecurities melted away as you embraced him and kissed him deeply. 

“Come,” you took his hand and led him to the table, pushing him down gently to sit in your seat. 

“But aren’t you-” Blue tried to protest, but you just tutted at him and pulled up another chair so that you were now sitting directly on his left, Anselm on his right. 

“Where’s my morning kiss?” Anselm raised his eyebrows teasingly, his tone made Blue flush, his breath catch in his throat. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled quickly before moving forward and pressing his mouth desperately to Anselm's. 

The older man chuckled. 

“He hasn’t been up an hour and already you’re teasing him.” You pretended to scold your husband as you ran your fingers along the back of Blue’s neck, just dipping under the linen. 

He shivered under your touch. 

Anselm broke the kiss and grinned. “I’m doing nothing of the sort.” 

“Hmm.” 

Your husband winked at you before looking back to Blue. “Are you hungry? There’s food here, or if there’s something special you want we can get it for you.” 

Blue opened his mouth to speak but cut himself off with a low moan as you pressed close to him and left wet kisses just under his ear. 

Anselm watched with interest for a moment. “Now, what do you think you’re doing, my love?” His voice was low and rich. It would have made Blue’s cock twitch even without the added stimulation of your mouth on his skin. 

“I’m hungry.” You whispered between kisses, lightly dragging your teeth against his pulse point. 

Blue swallowed, he’d let you devour him. He’d let you do anything you wanted.

“Oh,” Anselm said innocently as he started to run his hand up along the inside of Blue’s thighs, pushing them further apart and slipping under the robe. “Are you?”

“Hmm.” You groaned against Blue’s neck, taking hold of his chin with your right hand and forcing his head back for easier access. 

He moaned breathily, squirming a little as you dragged your left fingers over his chest, slid under his clothing, and pinched his right nipple. 

You chuckled at the little high-pitched mewl he let out. “So sensitive.”

Blue was breathing rapidly already, his heart racing with every touch and word you both graced him with. “Please.”

“Oh, begging already are we?” Anselm tutted, inching his hand higher up Blue’s thighs and lightly caressing his balls. 

Blue jumped at the sensation, gasping and whimpering as Anselm slowly massaged him with his right hand, using his left to press on Blue’s inner knee and his own leg to spread Blue as wide as possible. 

Anselm shook his head, all mock disapproval, and turned to you. “He’s already rock hard.” He gripped the base of Blue’s cock, squeezing it briefly before going back to kneading his balls with his warm palm.

“Already?” You chastised. 

Blue moaned, his mouth dry, his head light. Both of your gentle reprimands went straight to his cock. Made it twitch and smear precum against the inside of the dressing gown, the drag of the linen sparking deliciously against his weeping head. 

“He’s such a needy thing.”  Anselm sighed. 

“So needy.” You tutted.

Oh god, he was. If you could just both keep talking like he wasn’t there, like he wasn’t worth speaking to directly, just a plaything for you both to toy with. He bit his lip hard, trying to stifle his moans. 

You could both just play with him forever, lazy and disinterested and he’d thrive on even the smallest attention. The simplest praise. He’d be so good for you. He’d cum again and again, whenever you wanted, whatever you wanted. He’d do it all for you. 

Your grip on his chin tightened and Blue’s eyes rolled back, the noise that escaped from his lips was obscene. 

“Please, please, please,” the words came without a solid thought of what he was begging for, just the need for you both. For you both to keep touching him and loving him and keeping him safe as you used him like a disposable object. 

He wanted to tell you, voice all these things he wanted you to do, but the full sentences just wouldn’t come. 

Slowly Anselm dropped to his knees, still massaging Blue’s balls and the very base of his thick cock, as you stood, urging Blue up at moving him with you so that he stood with his back pressed against your chest. 

You let go of his jaw to undo the belt at his waist and slip the robe off his shoulders. 

Blue gasped, shuddered as the material fell and Anselm sucked the tip of his cock into his warm and eager mouth. 

“Oh god,” he sobbed as Anselm deep throated him, easily taking him to the very base. Despite Blue’s previous experience with this particular skill of Anselms yesterday the sudden and intense pleasure was still a bit of a shock to the system. 

He shuddered, his thighs clenching and you held him tight, sinking your teeth into his neck and running your hands over his chest. 

You waited a moment, let Blue adjust to the feeling. His heart beat crazily under your hands, the filthy sounds of Anselm sucking and moaning at the taste of Blue’s precum echoed around the room. 

Anselm kept pulling back, taking Blue’s cock completely out of his mouth and lapping at the head before slowly sinking all the way back down, watching Blue’s every expression with dark, hungry eyes. 

Blue couldn’t even recall a time before when he’d had a blowjob like this, with someone so eager to consume every single part of him. God, if his girls could just give head half as good as this then he’d be a multimillionaire in less than a week. 

“Blue,” you whispered close to his ear, your voice rich and velvet soft. The sound so sweet he nearly came right then and there. 

He nodded desperately, not trusting his own voice. 

“If you want us to stop at any point, say ‘red’, is that okay?” 

He nodded again. 

“Blue,” you put a little more command into your voice and he moved to look over his shoulder at you instantly. “What do you need to say if you want us to stop?” 

“Red.” He breathed. 

You smiled. “Good boy.” And kissed his cheek softly before you also sank to your knees. 

Blue whimpered a little at the loss, craving your close presence and reassuring touch. 

But then suddenly you were kneading his buttocks, pressing your fingers against his skin with a firmness that made him shudder and moan. He bucked forward, thrusting deeper into Anselm’s mouth and the older man growled approvingly. 

Slowly you spread Blue’s cheeks, squeezing gently. You basked in the soft sounds of his hitched breathing before you inched forward and ran a board, flat lick over his hole. 

Blue cried out. Pleasure erupting along every nerve. He grabbed a fist full of Anselm’s hair with one hand, the table with the other, to keep himself from falling, disintegrating under the dizzying onslaught of sensations. 

You grin, moving your mouth away from him for a moment as Anselm still hungrily bobbed back and forth. 

“Did you like that Blue?” You tease. 

“Yes, yes,” he moans, the words falling out his mouth like a prayer. “Please.” 

“Has anyone ever done that to you before?” 

He shook his head rapidly, tears building in the corners of his eyes. 

“Do you want me to do it again?” 

The answer was instantaneous. “Yes, yes, please, please, I need you to, I need, oh!” He moaned so loudly as you leaned forward and did it again. Just as slow, relishing in the twitch of his muscles, his little gasps for breath.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!”

Anselm pulled his mouth off Blue, swirling his tongue around the head once. “I think he likes it, my love.” He said before he sank back down. 

You hummed an approving answer, sending the vibrations across Blue as you licked him.

“I do, I do, oh fuck, I do, so much! Please don’t stop!” He moaned again, tears spilling down his cheeks from the pleasure as you both worked his cock and asshole in tandem. Building him higher and higher to than tantalising peak. 

He rocked back on the balls of his feet as you and Anselm urged him back and forth. Pleasure coiled so tightly in his belly, threatening to explode at any moment. 

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” Blue sobbed as Anselm pulled back and off him. 

Blue tried to tighten his grip in the older man’s hair, tried desperately to push him back to his needy cock. But Anselm quickly grabbed hold of Blue’s wrist, halting his actions with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Only good boys get to cum Blue.” 

Blue recognised his mistake almost instantly, quickly letting go. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please.” He sobbed. 

You moved your mouth back, your hands still spreading his asscheeks. “Is Blue not being a good boy?” 

Anselm slowly shook his head, not breaking eye contact with the younger man as he whimpered above him. “He’s being very bad.” 

“Oh no.” You tutted. 

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- oh god!” He moaned wantonly as you traced around his tight ring of muscle with the tip of your forefinger and pressed against it. Not enough to push inside, but just enough to make liquid lightning crack up his spine. He arched back into your touch, desperately and you giggled. Gently nipping at his left cheek before you dropped your hands to your sides. 

“No, please,” he turned to you, begging for you to keep touching him.

“Shh,” you soothed, kneeling up and kissing his hip as Anselm stood, pulling off his own clothing. 

Your husband moved to the sofa in the corner, his heavy cock hitting against his stomach as he walked. You got a perfect view of his ass as he laid down, shifting a little so that he was comfortably on his back. 

When he was ready he made a slow come hither motion. 

Blue tensed, unsure if he should leave your arms at first. You chuckled and gave his ass a playful smack, encouraging him to walk over. 

Anselm took his hand softly as he approached, rubbing his thumb soothingly over his skin. Gently he directed the younger man to get on the sofa on top of him in the sixty-nine position. 

Blue breathed unevenly, his mouth watering at just the idea of being able to take Anselm’s cock in his mouth again. He was so thick and wide. Red and leaking and just begging to be sucked. 

Blue licked his lips as he got into place, carefully tracing his slit with the tip of his tongue and groaning. 

Anselm chuckled, his dick twitching in approval. “So needy and eager, that’s it. Take it in your mouth.” He pushed at Blue’s shoulders lightly. “Remember what you learnt from before, not too fast and not too deep, relax your throat, don’t choke yourself.”

Blue moaned and nodded as he slowly eased down as far as he could. 

“So good Blue,” Anselm moaned, turning his head to you and biting his lip as he held out his hand. 

You took it, stroking your fingers through your husband’s hair, before you moved to stand with the armrest in front of you. In this position, you had a perfect view of Blue’s ass. 

Softly you took hold of Anselm’s chin, tilting him up, and Blue’s cock guiding it down, until the head tapped against your husband’s lips. 

Anselm’s breathing rose, a light flush of his skin as you controlled his movements. The sensation giddy in his stomach. 

You opened Anselm’s mouth with your thumb, urging his bottom lip down before pressing Blue’s length into his hungry mouth. 

Anselm moaned as he swallowed around him, shivering from the still controlling grip you had on his jaw. 

Blue cried out in harmony, his sounds muffled by Anselm’s cock. 

You watched them for a second, the tears on Blue’s cheeks, both of their lengths disappearing into each other. 

Firmly you ran your hands up Blue’s thighs, spreading his asscheeks again and leaning over to lap at his needy hole. 

Blue groaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. 

You were firmer this time, harder, just thrusting your tongue into his tight ring of muscle and making him squirm and buck helplessly. 

It felt so good, he wanted to tell you, cry it out to you. Beg and beg and beg for you to keep going, for you to never stop. 

You bent even more forward, leaning against the armrest for support and spreading him even wider. 

He was so full, his mouth, his ass. Stuffed and just desperate for more. You grinded against him, forcing your tongue in deeper, pushing his hips up and down to roughly fuck your husband’s throat. 

Anselm growled happily, grabbing hold of your hand on Blue’s hip and squeezing. 

Blue sobbed. He was so close, so close. The edges of his approaching orgasm beginning to cloud his mind. His dick twitched in Anselm’s throat, his thighs shaking, stomach muscles contracting and-

Anselm pulled away from him with a loud pop. 

Blue sobbed. 

Your husband squeezed your hand, a whispered “stop, please,” coming from his lips. 

You pulled your mouth away and looked down at him. 

Blue forced Anselm’s cock deeper in his throat, gagging on it. Maybe if he made him feel good, maybe if he was good, he’d get to cum. Maybe if- 

Your hands are soft but firm on his shoulders, easing him back off Anselm. “Blue,” you kiss his cheek, “sweetheart, you’ll choke.” 

He sobbed, so horny and frustrated. “Please, I need it, please, I need to cum.” 

“Shhh,” you kiss him again, soft and sweet. “Do you want to stop?”

His answer is instant. “No, please, I’m sorry.”

“No, I mean the teasing.” You rub soothing circles on his cheeks. “You can say red, we’ll stop. I’ll make sure you cum straight away.”

He relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. “I don’t want to stop, I like it.”

“Okay, good.” You kiss his lips again. “I just wanted to check.”

“Thank you.” He whispered, floating and weightless for a second like he was supported completely by your touch. 

Anselm kisses Blue’s thigh before flicking his tongue over the length of his dick and smiling when Blue shudders. 

“Come on Blue,” Anselm begins to shift underneath him. “Time for us to change places.” 

You help Anselm to move Blue so that he’s lying flat on his back on the sofa, he looks up at you both with large eyes. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes, my love.” Anselm trails his lips along your neck, slowly running his hands over your body.

Blue moans softly as he watches you lean back against him, arch into his touch as he undresses you. 

Anselm makes a bit of a show of it. When the last piece is finally off; he presses his chest to your back, rubbing his cock against the swell of your ass and spreading your folds for Blue to see. 

You moan softly as he kisses your neck, sucking lightly as he plays with your clit. His eyes locked onto Blue the whole time. 

You start to writhe under Anselm’s touch, he knows every single trick and move to work you to your release as quickly as possible. But he's steady and slow, gently working his thick fingers in and out of you and groaning as your slick coats his skin. 

Languidly, he lifts up your right leg and rests your foot against the edge of the sofa, so that Blue can see even more clearly, before he starts his slow torture up again. 

Blue watches mesmerised. His eyes flitting from Anselm’s face and his mouth on your neck, your face and how you gasp in pleasure, the way he rolls your left nipple in one hand, your chest as it rises and falls, how his fingers sink into you, the slick coating them. 

The sounds of your arousal are obscene, growing louder and louder as he keeps working you over, needing you wetter. 

Blue’s cock aches painfully. Burning arousal thumping between his legs. 

Finally, Anselm seems satisfied. He slowly draws his fingers out of you, making sure you’re stable before moving to the side cupboard and taking something out. 

“I want you to ride him, my love, please.” 

You nod, your thighs a little shaky from how he stretched you open. “Is that okay with you Blue?” You ask. 

He nods desperately, holding his arms out to you as you climb on top of him and straddle his thighs. 

He lets out a little whimper and sob, relief overwhelming him like the buzz of a drug. You kiss his tear stained cheeks as you line him up with your entrance and sink down. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, and you don’t tease. 

Blue throws his head back in a silent scream as he fills you. Your tight heat a remedy to the deep agony of his arousal. 

He moans, holding your hips tightly as you bounce up and down on him, fucking him perfectly into the sofa. He sobs, relief flooding his veins. So good, so good, so good. He fights to keep his hips still, to just let you use him, to be your good boy and just take whatever you’ll give. 

“Thank you, thank you,” he mewls, fresh tears in his eyes from just how perfect it is. 

“You’re so good Blue, such a good boy.” 

He moans loudly, biting his lip in an effort not to cum and fill up your sweet pussy. “Please!” He grabs your right hand and presses it against his throat, squeezing your fingers against his skin and begging you with his eyes. 

You get the hint instantly and can’t help but groan as you press firmly against his neck, not enough to choke him, but just enough so that he can really feel it.

Blue cries out, putting both his hands back next to his head as if you pinned them there, closing his eyes and completely giving into you. 

Every breath is a moan, every movement just another dizzying push, edging him nearly to finally burying that sweet ache. 

He mumbles your name constantly between hiccups of pleasured gasps. 

Yours. Yours. Yours. 

Anselm lets out a long groan, jerking himself off desperately as he watches you both. His length is covered in lube from the small bottle he pulled out of the cupboard. 

You hold your free hand out to him, beckoning him closer and he moves into your touch instantly, pressing his chin into the palm of your hand. 

You pull him closer and kiss him softly as you ride Blue. Anselm moans into your mouth, his hand a blur on his cock, the slap, slap, slap of skin filling the room. 

He breaks the kiss, pressing himself close to your side and nuzzling into your shoulder. 

“You both look so good.” He mumbles. “Want to watch this every day.” 

You kiss his forehead, his sweat salty on your lips. 

He gazes down at Blue. The younger man’s eyes are slightly dazed over, his mouth open. 

Anselm can’t help himself, he takes his hand off his cock briefly to hurriedly pour lube over his forefinger before taking himself back in hand. 

He reaches his finger down, sliding it between Blue’s slightly open legs and presses the tip against his puckered hole. 

Blue gasps, a different sound from his others. The pitch higher. 

It takes you a moment to realise what is going on, a flash of anger cutting through the pleasure in your core. You grab hold of Anselm by his hair, forcing him closer to you. He lets out a little shuddered breath, still sinking in and out of Blue and still pumping his own cock. 

You don’t slow the pace of your hips but you snarl at your husband. “Did you ask permission?” 

He bites his lip and shakes his head. 

You look back to Blue, softly touching his cheek as you grind down on him, your voice sweet. “Blue, baby, you okay?” 

He nods desperately. 

“You okay with what Anselm’s doing?” 

He nods again. “Yes, yes, please. More.” 

You smile. “Of course, good boy.” 

As you turn back to your husband you tug his hair again, pulling his mouth to yours. You kiss him harshly, all tongue and teeth, and bite at his bottom lip before you pull him back.

He stares at you, hazy and breathless. 

“Ask permission next time.”

He nods, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.

“Or I’ll punish you.”

Anselm’s eyes close as your words, a deep groan rising from his chest. 

You tug his hair again. “And not in a way you’ll like.” 

His eyes snap open, blown wide with lust and he nearly cums on the spot. “Please.”

You smile wickedly, your fingers curling around the back of his neck as Anselm slides his forefinger past Blue’s ring of muscle and groans at how tightly Blue squeezes around him. 

Blue eyes go wide as Anselm sinks into him, his back arching uncontrollably. 

He lets out the softest moan, an almost strangled sound as pleasure explodes along every nerve, flaying him raw. 

He cums deep, bucking and thrusting and screaming his throat red. He can’t stop moving, can’t stop cumming as more and more spurts out of him, filling you completely. 

Anselm moans watching him, biting into your shoulder. You keep bouncing, trying to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. 

You slow and stop as he does, keeping him deep inside. Anselm slowly eases his finger out of Blue, leaving him strangely empty. 

Blue’s mind is foggy, hazy from how hard he’s cum. He swallows, blinking heavily. “I’m sorry,” are the first words out of his mouth. 

“Blue,” you soothe, “what are you talking about?” You lean down so you can kiss him gently.

He kisses you back, tears in his eyes. “I finished before you’d cum.” He lets out a small sob, but unlike his previous pleasured filled ones, this is painful and cuts into your chest. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” you hush, kissing his nose. “I don’t mind, hmm? I don’t mind.” 

He looks up at you, trying to calm down as you stroke his cheeks. He nods.

“I liked it, you understand? Liked seeing you cum, liked that you felt so good. Okay? You’re my good boy for cumming like that, did it feel good? Cumming that hard?”

He nodded desperately, his eyes still shining. “Yes, yes I did. Loved it, love you.” 

“I love you too.” You kissed his lips again. 

Anselm bites his lips together, trying not to ruin the sweet moment but unable to stop fisting his length. The tears on Blue’s cheeks, fuck, how he wanted to smear them all over his cock. 

You sit up and glance at your husband, a small smile on your face at how worked up he is. 

“You gonna cum, hmm?”

He nodded, unable to speak, so close, so close. Just a little more. 

“I want it.” Blue moaned, suddenly desperate for it. He opened his mouth and held out his tongue.

Anselm groaned loudly. You guided him, your hand on your husband's arm, towards Blue. He was sure he wouldn’t have made it without your steadying touch.

He jerked himself quickly, pleasure so tight in his muscles, tried to aim, and, and- 

“Shit!” Anselm spurted all over Blue’s face, his tongue, his cheeks, some of it even hitting his eyebrow and lashes. 

Blue moaned as it hit him, revelling in it and letting Anselm squeeze out every last drop. 

Anselm breathed heavily, his whole body turning to jelly. You wrapped your arms around him to stop him from collapsing back and helped him to sit on the floor as best as you could with Blue’s softening cock still in you. 

“Okay?” You kissed your husband’s forehead. 

He nodded, breathing hard. 

“Blue?” 

He nodded as well, his dick twitching. Slowly he looked up at you with lust blown eyes. “Want to make you cum now.”

You smiled. “Blue, you don’t hav-”

“Please?” He pouted. How could you say no to that? 

You got off him gently, making a little bit of a mess on his cock and abdomen that Anselm hurriedly cleaned up with his tongue. He even went to lick away the spend that was left on Blue’s face but he shook his head. “Not yet.”

Both you and Anselm let Blue direct you softly. Anselm sat back onto the sofa, his back against the armrest, you between his legs with your back to his chest and your husband’s arms around you. 

“Is this how you want us?” You checked and Blue nodded as his eyes raked over both of you. 

Slowly, his muscles aching, he laid flat on his stomach, his face between your legs. 

You didn’t last long. Blue ate you out like a starving man, curling his tongue and sucking his spend from your throbbing pussy. Some of Anselm’s cum that still clung to Blue’s cheeks rubbed onto your thighs, as Blue moaned and lapped, and stared up at you like you hung the moon. 

You came against his lips with one hand bent back and holding the back of Anselm’s head, your husband’s mouth on your neck. 

You coaxed Blue up and into your lap, all three of you wrapping each other in your embraces. Just holding tight. 

After a long moment you frowned. “Why was there lube in the cupboard?”

“Forethinking, my love.”

You snorted and Blue nuzzled into your chest. 

“How did you know we’d need it in here?” You asked. 

“Ah,” Anselm smiled, rubbing Blue’s back and kissing your head. “Well that’s easy, I put some in every room in the house.”

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Outcome 3 x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 3: Drinking Game

Summary: Rydal keeps asking you out.

A/N: Opps, this is basically fluff. Thank you @thexsanctuaryx for saving my butt and beta-ing again!

Warnings: fluff, teasing, drinking, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 649

You take a shot, the whiskey burns your throat. You can’t remember if it’s your fourth or fifth, your tolerance having been consistently burned down during the course of the evening. 

There’s a pleasant buzz at the back of your head.

He chuckles, his dark eyes twinkling. “I can’t believe you didn’t want to answer that one.” 

It’s the first time you’ve seen him so relaxed, without every single muscle tensed, posed and ready to strike.

You pull a face, “I have my reasons.”

“Which are?” Amusement dances in his expression.

You pause then shake your head. “Nope.” 

“That’s unfair.” 

“Is not.” 

He shifts a little closer to you on the floor, pressing his arm against yours, “Is too.”

Outside the wind is howling, the night dark and cold. 

The light from the fire plays across his skin dreamily. 

“I took my shot.” You gesture to yourself. “I’m playing by the rules.”

He tuts playfully, “How is, ‘Are you interested in anyone right now?’ so difficult to answer?”

“You can’t trick me, mister. I’m still not gonna tell you, besides it’s your turn.” 

“Fine.” He gives you an eyebrow raise and then pretends to think. “Truth.”

You pout at him for a second and then grin wickedly. “Are you interested in anyone right now?” 

He snorts.

“See?” You gloat. “Not so chatty now are you?” 

“Yes.” 

“What?” 

“The answer’s yes.” He gives you a smug smile. “Your turn.”

“What?” You splutter. “Who?” 

“It’s your turn.” 

“Hey-”

“Rules are rules,” he nudges your shoulder again, “and it’s your turn.”

You sigh dramatically. “Alright…” You know he’s going to ask something similar again, and again if you say truth until you’re too tipsy not to answer honestly. You swallow. 

Part of you wishes he wasn’t so beautiful, wasn’t so charming. That you weren’t hopelessly head over heels in love with him. 

But he obviously had someone he had eyes on. You tried not to let the disappointment that was tearing at your insides show. 

“Dare.” You finally say. 

“A kiss.” He speaks so softly you think you must have misheard.

“Sorry?” Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, breathless.

“A kiss,” he repeats, leaning closer until he can brush his nose against yours. 

“I…” You don’t know what to do, what to say, your mind racing and also unhelpfully blank. 

He reaches up slowly and lightly touches your cheek in a silky sweet contact. Your skin buzzes, practically hums where his fingers brush against you. 

“A kiss.” He says a third time, barely moving his lips this time as he tilts his head to the side and closes the gap. 

He kisses you softly, gentle and sweet like he doesn’t want to break you, but he groans when your lips move against his. His touch on your cheek grows firmer, his fingers slide down to cradle the back of your neck as he flicks his tongue along your bottom lip. 

This can’t be real, can’t be happening. You’d had too much to drink and passed out on the stupidly plush carpet. 

He hums against you, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding as he licks into your mouth, teasing your tongue with his own. He tastes like the whiskey and that stupid lemon you’d dared him to eat six rounds ago. 

His lips are softer than you expected, but as skilled and firm as you’d daydreamed of.

When he finally pulls back he keeps his eyes closed, a soft lovesick smile on his face. 

You swallow nervously, all words empty from your mind.  

“You can ask me that truth now.” He says softly, his hand still on your neck, tracing soft circles along your skin that makes you shiver deliciously and ache with want. 

“I…who are you interested in?” You finally stammer out, getting lost in his dark eyes. 

He kisses you again, lightly and whispers against your lips. “You, dummy.”

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